Art

I used to think I had potential in art. I look back at some of my drawings from when I was 12 and I think to myself, that's not half bad. I look at my art now - anything recent I've done and I cringe.

I've decided that I suck at art. I don't mean it humbly like those people who go "I suck at art" because the tone of the tree bark they painted was slightly off. I mean I suck at art in the fullest and deepest aesthetic sense, where I look at my creations and go, ew. There's no balance, the colors are all off and the technique, well, given my background, is nonexistent.

Eh. In the end though, I think I'll still pursue it - not because I think I'm any good at it. I just like it. I like how it makes me feel when I'm doing it. I find it relaxing. Perhaps if I work at it long enough, it'll amount to something. I kind of secretly hope that, but honestly, I doubt it will.