Mohawk

I’m still astounded by the critical voice judging my artwork in my head, and how if I let time pass, how much it changes. I don’t even remember drawing this, but it was months ago. I look at it now with a pleasant reverence: I did that? That’s pretty good. And yet as I draw in this moment none of that voice is apparent. It’s all the flaws and negative thoughts.

But look at something days, weeks, months later and it’s if a totally different person did it, even if i know it was me. Why I can’t hold on to that more supportive voice in real time is not clear. But it is clear that it might get easier if I keep going.