(04-11-2025, 09:58 AM)darktiste Wrote: Well not falling off is not a secret there as to be reward and celebration to the journey and finding support and continual interest in what we do isn't always organic sometime you got to put some wood in the fire one way or an other.
Consistency via accountability and a backbone to receiving positive feedback goes a long way not to be overcome by stagnation and have goal that drive one toward a continual stream of small victory that keep the momentum going.
Some of people do art simply because they enjoy it but how do they continue growing when the world is a giant distraction? You kind of have to reduce the noise of the world make yourself a quiet place and make the best out of your time and resource. Not many put enough effort or have the will to sacrifice there resource to assemble the condition to channel there creativity.
The problem often happen when we forget this
What do we buy excuse or do we value something? It not excuse if you don't want to sacrifice something it the measure of how much you value something.
Think of drawing as would you rather be... Drawing or Else if you can find way to ''shift'' what you do toward drawing than that mean you can ''find way to draw more''. But it also something that is ''dynamic'' what we do affect everything we do. When we do something we expend energy... sometime that energy exchange is positive sometime it negative... it not always gonna be a consistent clear picture to what bring positivity to were life so you have to be also conformable with not necessary perceiving positive result right away(or persistence in other way) a bit like someone who goes to the gym and want big muscle the next day... delaying gratification and enjoying ''the pain of growth''
Sorry for not going in depth to my response but I've internalized a lot of these words, and will try to take them to heart. For drawing I'd like for it to be as breathing again. The joy of growth, leveling up and improving my art was a daily source of joy for me in the past and I think somewhere along the line I forgot that. It's not just about the destination, but the journey itself. I'm no longer the 12 year old with a dream anymore, and can see myself and my art for what it is at this moment. I'm grown now, and have made both mistakes and progress in my life. But, I can see the path again before me and what it will take, even the small thing of sharing and talking about it here helps give me strength.
In the attic I found it,
An old sketchbook,
its spine a whispered secret
of ink-stained memories and hopeful dreams.
Each page a doorway where time lingers
With dust motes dancing in a silent sunbeam,
tracing the delicate contours of forgotten sketches
that once breathed life into my reverie.
I ran my fingers along creased edges,
feeling the pulse of past memories etched in graphite,
each line a soft murmur of journeys embarked upon.
Adventure captured in a moment of raw creation.
Here in these faded lines,
lies a testament
a chronicle of dreams, fragile yet enduring,
reminding me that beauty is found
in the quiet persistence of aging ink and hope.