This was originally posted in my tumblr. Posting this here since I think I should also share this here. And it also explains my absence and lack of activity as of late. I do apologize for the lack of updates. Poor Edric has been trapped in the fade for months. And no. I haven't left DW to rot in the darkest corner of my brain yet. The story still plagues me to no end, and for it to stop bothering me, it has to be drawn. Haha. Thank you to those who are still in this with me. Thank you for all the love you have given my pet project. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
If there's one thing an artist is sure of, it would probably be the fact that every artist is caught up in a perpetual battle against one's own skill. The moment you first pick up that pencil is the moment you start competing with your self. An artist is caught in a life-long quest to improve his craft.
One might find this quest rather tiring. But to an artist, every improvement - even if it's just about having more control over their hand pressure - is a victory. One that is always sweet. And it's always rather amusing (and painful at the same time) to look back on your old art. Furthermore, there is this unquantifiable joy an artist gets while drawing. That feeling of the pencil's lead against the paper can be rather erotic to some.
Though it's easy to lose oneself in this battle like all the battles we go through. It's dangerous when it's just about the improvement.
And the artist forgets how enjoyable his craft is.
This is the part when you can start losing yourself. When you're falling into art blocks again and again.
Yesterday, I realized this is what happened to me. I used to feel this
excitement and thrill every time I get something done. Even if that something is just a sketch. I used to love every line stroke I did. Sometime in the past few months, I forgot what this felt like.
I experienced a huge jump in my technique and my art a year ago, and I thought it would be a waste to stop improving. So I tried to find ways to improve my art. I tried a lot of things, observed a lot of other people's art, and forgot what I loved about my own work.
My hands stopped.
And it was painful to see my folders collecting WIP files. The frustration multiplied, and the art blocks never got unblocked.
I was trying too hard. I was forcing myself to improve. In the process, I forgot myself.
To wrap it up, I guess I just want to share this realization. And if you're wondering, yeah I found the fun in my art again. I'll never lose hold of it again.
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