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No matter how hard I try, I just can't do it... I can't draw... at all. I cried in frustration so much I can't even begin to numver the times. Everything I draw is out of proportion and horrible. I know you guys are probably sick and tired of my complaining, but I just can't help it! I keep thinking back to the days when I drew something, and even though it was crap, I was satisfied with it.
I don't trust tracing because I become reliant on it and it ruins my ability to draw on my own; I have yet to be able to draw from a how to draw book because when I finish mine and look at the author's drawing, I start drying all over again; I don't trust my own ability because I just. Can't. DO. IT!
I feel like giving up now; I haven't drawn a picture in weeks. I tried last night: used probably 10 pages of my sketch book, filled with eraser marks and scribbles of off-proportion failed art.
I used to think I was good at art... now I have no self esteem whatsover... and it's not just art; it's poetry, writing, painting models... I can't do ANYTHING right! All I can do is look at what other people can do better than me... and start crying because, no matter how hard I try, I can't do it!!!
And it's not that I don't want to; I LOVED poetry, writing, art... I just can't do it right and am tired of crying until I have headaches over the failed attempts. It's mostly art that puts me this way, but I used to be somewhat good at poetry.
My main motivation for art, poetry, and writing was a dear, dear friend of mine, Mary Boyd, who died of cancer April of last year. She was my best friend, and I loved her so much. Whenever I went to church, I'd bring what I'd done and she'd be eager to see/read it. She always encouraged me on my artwork, poetry, and writing, taking the time to ask about if, read it, or look at it.
When she died, I stopped writing poetry, mostly out of depression, but I never did pick back up... in the end, I just sorta stopped doing it all together.
We don't have the money for art classes, and I can already tell that that's what would help me, just by looking at Sparky's before and after's, so I am completely stumped as to what to do, and, at this rate, though I don't want to, I feel like quiting art. It doesn't seem to make a difference how much I try, my work is still what it always is...
nothing more than shameful doodles compared to what real art is.
I'm so sorry to complain. I'll try not to do so anymore. Thanks for reading.
Quote: Thanks; I will certainly try these!
WOW WOW WOW!!! There are some amazing artists here! I was going to post a little doodle I drew on my dry erase board but I am not sure it belongs! LOL!
Awe
Omigawsh! That's too sweet! Awwwwww!