i am for the first time proud of myself when it comes to my art. i feel satisfied with it. for a long time till this point i was happy, but always was ultimately dissatisfied with something- my anatomy, my colors, how i draw a certain grin, so on.
im by no means great. there are artists who rival me by leagues, but it was that kind of mindset that kept me down. once i stop comparing myself to other and instead strove to improve on my own time, my own standards, and to develop my artistic character, things started to become easier and clicked. i seek and feel inspiration when i look at other people's skills, no longer envy! frustrations of course are always inevitable, but are very rare for me now. does that mean i see no flaw or ways to improve? fuck no! i know the skies the limit and i well intend to keep reaching. i am excited for the future and i'm eager to see the day where i will look back at these times and my stories, knowing i've come even farther.
im doing everything that the little girl i once was dreamed of doing now. i have reached a place that she only dreamt i would be and i sometimes sit back and feel that little 10 year old within me see what i've made, and what im dreaming of for my future, and know how happy and proud she is that i am doing it