Then it rained one day and for some reason the roof leaked and every drawing that was hanging up got wet and all them where ruined, a complete disaster. All of them had water stains, the pencil and color ran down.
I was devastated! I still have some of them drawings, to remind me.
Absolutely hurt, are house was junk, unfinished walls, wood floors, just a shell. Or maybe that time someone took a garden hose and sprayed water up in the eve. I was to young to know. Or the other time I completed this beautiful drawing of a sword with hearts and flowers and other things swirling around it in a beautiful dance. I was using my drafting desk I got and I had this big piece of paper laid out. Something like 23X18 and I just finished it.
I come back later and find that it was scribbled on with crayon and other pencils, completely unseeable. Lost, I was so mad, my younger brother got his hands on it. I threw it away. Even dislike from my parents.
This is what it was like for me, the world would kick me hard, I was miserable, and I make mistakes. I can go on and tell you more stories of failure.
If you feel down or feel that you can’t do anything, make good art! Even if it’s bad art, just make art! Make your own art, what your good at, nobody is you, the one is you.
But enough of my madness, here is a video of inspiration for the creators in my life. This was showed to me through my college.
I hope this is immensely liberating. (click here)