So, I realized something. I'm pretty sure very artist goes through this a many times in there life, and I'm going through it now.
The thing is, I really think my present art sucks. I look at my drawings and am just wishing, every single time, that they could be so much better. I wish I could just be proud of what I'm drawing for once again. I bet that past me would disagree, and say that I'm MUCH better than she was, but that's the point. I just keep growing. I know I'll get better if I stick to it. And I want to. Sometimes I feel like I don't, but I won't give up.
That's what's making me so excited to go into College and study Illustration and Design. I've never actually had an art class that let me learn new things, and push me to get better before. I'm practically not even trained in drawing, and so, looking at other people's art, and seeing how they all LEARNED, is making me psyched to keep drawing.
I don't really understand my thoughts either, since they're all kind of all over the place right now. Even looking back on this journal entry, none of my sentences really make sense. Oh well. You get the jist.
I suck at drawing. I want to get better. College will make me better. Booyah.
The End.