Seven years of digital art. Seven years married to my computer mouse. Maximum of eleven years since I started art. You told me you wanted to get better at it; you told me you desired to reach the level like the artists you admired so much. So I worked hard to get better. Although art has brought me frustration and sorrow, I never stopped. I want to learn and achieve the best I could, even though there are some days I grew tired of sketching on papers all day. Because I kept failing, and failed to see the best in myself. Then, comparison started to rob my happiness 'till on every art piece I would finish—I'm never satisfied with the results. Though I never let it weigh on me entirely, so I draw again and again until I reach the maximum. Because somewhere within myself, that spark of determination you always held still flickered. So kid, are you proud of me now? *anime stare* --- filler project I edited this on my phone because my macbook broke. It's a pain. song: The World's Smallest Violin - AJR
