Yesterday I spent all day creating. I doodled things and I painted things and I sketched things and it was so freaking amazing. It felt so right and I felt like myself for the first time in a while. Yet, I think back to the thoughts that I thought before I picked up the paintbrush.
“What you paint is going to suck so don’t have high expectations.”
“Your art is never going to look as good as anyone else’s.”
“Expect crap and maybe it won’t be as bad as you think. It MIGHT turn out all right.”
When I was an early teen I felt so good about my art. I felt like my stuff was beautiful and it didn’t matter what anyone else thought because I rocked. Then the years of depression hit and every time I tried to make art I just ended up feeling bad about what I created and getting even more depressed and frustrated.
Depression stole my creativity.
At least that’s what it felt like. It’s still there inside of me though, surging up and bursting to be let out. It may not be what it was, but it is still there, it’s still breathing.
If you’ve struggled to make art, don’t give up on yourself.
I want to reclaim my faith in my art and I want that for you too.
I’ve learned to just keep on creating, keep on shoving my paintbrush into the mouth of those inner demons that tell me that it’s not good enough.
Whatever your spirit creates is enough. It doesn’t have to be perfect, it just needs to be able to use its voice.
So let it.
Let your artistic spirit sing in paints and words and colored pencils.
The confidence will come. The faith will come.
Believe in your art and believe in yourself.