I received my digital tablet in the early summer of 2013 as an early birthday gift from my grandmother. I spent several months pretending I knew how to draw and creating monstrosities like this:
It's okay. I understand if you shielded your eyes. I don't blame you. I do have to say, however, that it's still a step up from the sixth grade, where every piece of art I drew included alien-faced white girls with exposed tummies. I've evolved though!
...to not-so-alien-faced white girls with exposed tummies...
That's not the point of this post though. One of my really close friends berates themselves because their art doesn't appear to have improved very much over the last few years, or even changed at all. I disagree with her entirely, but sometimes it's difficult to notice the way our art differs over the course of time. It could be because we're blinded by self-doubt and discord, or it could be that said progress is leisure; it takes its time. It happens so slowly that we don't even see it.
So, take a look back, and see where you were years ago, and give yourself a pat on the back.
I'm gonna go eat a bagel.
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