Friday, May 8, 2009
pencil, conte crayon on paper
What do ya call it when an artist suddenly has a complete breakdown in confidence and thinks she's a fraud? Friday. One of those days. A lot of heavy sighing, looking out the window, feeling like a failure, what's the point kind of days. I honestly think we need these days for contrast.
I did paint however. I'm not giving up. Ever. It was actually laughable this time. I've never worked as much, had as much exposure or had artists I admire tell me nice things and yet somehow, today, I thought I should quit. What's up with that?
I found this in a pad. It was done a few months ago and I didn't like it. I worked on it a bit and got the ok from himself to post it. Heavy sigh.