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lately it feels like i can't draw any more. charcoal's still okay, but pencil is just--
i don't know. it's like i'm always drawing the same old tired stuff. and the ones i've been doing that aren't just faces, faces and more faces are-- well. odd. i'm not even going to get started on colouring digitally.
i used to think that my work wasn't bad. but lately i doubt my hands, and my mind, so much. what is good art? what am i going to do after i leave school? suddenly i don't know what to express anymore. i don't know what i want to say, i am left bereft of intent and meaning. rebellion is always the standard for new artists. i don't want that. i don't want to merely have paintings either, i want to have stories frozen on paper and canvas, except i don't know what to tell anymore.
here's to hoping i get my mojo back some time fast.