This entire blog is a testament to me making my life harder, and more complicated then it needs to be.
I could just enjoy creating art! Why force myself to draw things I’m bad at? Study the history? Practice a skill so much I’m sick of it and can teach it to others without thinking?
I could just keep it to myself! Why face potential critism and embaressment by sharing my ugly, beginner art with strangers and, even worse, people I actually know?
I could at least set less ridiculous goals and only post after I’ve improved! Why rush to improve? Why not go slow and wait a few weeks, or years, until I’m already a master?
The answer to all of that is that art, and life, is better when you have to struggle a little.
I mean this within reason of course. I personally know the pain of having too much stress and not knowing if you can handle it. Not wanting to go to work in the morning because you know you’ll just end up failing again. Crying in the car on the way to work, dreading another day of unmet (largely self-imposed) expectations.
Too much stress and too high of expectations is clearly NOT desirable.
But neither is too little.
I challenge myself artistically because:
- Life is better with (reasonable) challenges
- Improving artistically has it’s own amazing benefits (for me,