Progress

It’s hard for me to feel proud of anything that I make. Every time I look at a drawing or a painting the small mistakes become a giant stain and what follows is a tornado of self doubt and negative thoughts. I’ll need a good night rest to ward of the destructive thoughts, then I can come back to the table and try again.

Fortunately I think I’m making progress with this. Now, when a stain reveals itself it’s less of a colossal, burning wound in my stomach and more of a problem to look at and solve. I’m not sure if this is an improvement in my own self confidence or just a better understanding of the craft. It’s a good feeling either way.