I once had a friend to whom I would show my drawings, and, being an artist herself, she would give some of her thoughts on my stuff. It always caught my attenttion how she would unknowingly compliment the very elements that had always bothered me the most.
Or was she a psychic who could read the troubles of my mind to get me exceptionally delighted or I do put a nice ammount of effort to fix the most flawed aspects of my drawings. Interesting is, they even seem to be improved in a way the least of my concerns end up looking pale in comparison, starting a repetition of this cycle.
Currently drowning in all this frustration, it's almost comforting to remember I am not one who is going to give up this easily.
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