From the moment I started working on this piece I felt like there was something off. Maybe I should have listened to my intuition. I struggled with the composition and started to add elements along the way not having any clue of what I wanted. And on top of everything, I was doing stuff I’ve never done before, like sky and sand with color pencils. Ugh, nice path to hell.
But still, I hate to work on piece when I’m not happy about it. I guess that’s also part of the learning process and I know that I’m my worst enemy when it comes to judging my work. I don’t think I’ve ever started something that I like right away. But I’m learning to be more forgiving of myself and of my art otherwise I’d be cuddled up in bed all day crying, eating popcorn and watching movies.
Your turn, have you ever failed and enjoy the path nonetheless?