Art is so hard. Having a vision in my head and yet not being able to turn it into reality because I don’t have the skill/talent is hard enough. but the worst part is knowing that the way to solve this is just…. practice. Lots and lots of it. But that’s kinda the whole point. The blood,sweat and tears that go into dozens of sketches and drawings and scrapped files until finally I have something that not only looks good(-ish) but that I’m proud of. Proud because I can look back at the progress and growth I had. Proud because I can say “I made that. I made it even though it was hard, even though I wanted to give up and move on, even though I wondered if it was even worth it. I made it anyways and I have more to show for that journey than just the art.” I’m excited for the new things I’be been working on to come out. This in-between space is rough, but I just keep moving forwards.