Hello everyone. Today i have to share nothing of value. Just some brooding
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First of all, i have a new artbook ! The incredible artbook about Schmoe's Little People, "Beneath the Leafs".
I buy almost everything Schmoe publish or do, so this was a no brainer. The print and gadgets are super cute, the book is high quality
and the artworks top knotch, many of which were never shared before. It's a true feast for the eyes, and the wait was well worth.
So, why i'm brooding over it ? Well, because when i'm enjoying an artbook, i receive greeting from an old friend: Comparison.
Give me back what you took
They say comparison is the thief of joy, and that's true. But i feel is more like an anchor dragging you down.
Whatever level of skill you could achieved, Comparison is there, reminding you're not at the same level of "that person you're looking for".
You take an hard look of your work, look the work of "that person", then look again at yours, and realize how much farter they are.
How much higher. How much... better then you.
It's a crushing feeling, realizing how much road i have yet to do before reaching the skill level i aim for. It's an unending road,
and like everything infinite-looking, it's heavy. Worse of that, i feel jealous. But not because they have something i don't have. I never been
jealous about not having something. No, what i'm jealous of, is the fact i probably will never do the same things.
I've started drawing like 6 or 7 years ago by now. Back then i was already in the job world, working full time. As time go on, my responsibilities
keeps growing, and the time to draw has always been little. I can't draw that much, and proper practice is scarce. Someone in such a weak position cannot honestly
compare to people who started drawing when they were kids and never stopped, maybe even had academic degrees, this i know. And i have to force myself to remind that.
But still, Comparison and jealousy are there, constantly screaming : "what you draw will never be that good, you cannot reach them. You're too late, and don't run fast enough".
I've actually started to write the first part of this post a week ago (work still keep getting in the way of the things i like to do, dammit) and for
a good half i've been in a depressed mood. But i have to give credit to myself sometimes: even in my lowest, i didn't let go the pencil once in this time.
I recognize this dangerous mood: is the one who let you give up. Is espectially strong at the first month of drawing (or anything difficoult enough in truth),
but sometimes it gets back, checking how you doing. But yet again, my discipline was there, covering my back. Thanks pal.
I walk slowly, but i don't give up.