I genuinely hate having to practice in the middle of a project
I don't totally mind practicing usually. I don't *like* it per se, but whatever, such is life. However, whenever I'm genuinely enjoying the process of making something, completely in my element, and suddenly hit a wall that I can't break past by brute forcing, I get SO frustrated that it makes me lose sight of the fact that I DO like making art.
Right now, I'm struggling with learning head construction, and I swear to god if I hear "You have to learn the rules in order to break them" one more time, I'm going to lose it.
The worst part is that I COMPLETELY AGREE with that sentiment. My BRAIN doesn't and fights against me at every turn when all I need to do is lock in for like a month and draw things I don't want to draw to get the basics down, and then go back to whatever it is I actually DO want to do.
I love art. I really do. But sometimes, I really wish I didn't love it as much as I did. It is somehow both the most intoxicating and most painful hobby I've ever could have picked up