One of my five lives was pop up children’s book author, made this little page out of paint samples and brads I got during my artists date at an art refuse store. Pushing through the imperfections and chipped paint of it all was hard but I’m glad I did it.
Context: I (16m) am a hyper realistic artist, and despite my age, I never had the "childhood art" phase ever in my life. And because of that, I struggle with perfectionism because that is all I've ever been taught (self-taught... Yeah, I brought this upon myself). It's not like I never made any "bad art", but that I only ever made art when I was focusing on learning, and never focused on actually enjoying the process, Drawing just for the sake of Drawing. And that has led to my fear of “WHAT WILL I DO IF THIS DOESN'T END UP PERFECT AHHHHHH-”, and to fight that I made this, “THE DUMB AND CRAPPY AND STUPID SKETCHBOOK (That took me a dumb and stupid and crazy and absurd ammount of time to make)” (™), and I've just been drawing in it. Soooo... thoughts?