Art Journal #7: Drawing Feels Natural Again :D

"Love everything do it" by Matt Vaillette, 2016

Drawing feels like a normal part of my day again, (despite a lot of the same challenges.)

My artistic confidence is waning. I am questioning my artistic efforts, my style, my process. I'm dealing with internet trolls. I'm sick.

It seems everything is just as wrong as before. Maybe more.

Drawing makes me happy again, though. I hope I'm still an artist when I die. I don't care what kind. This is good.

What's your relationship with art? Is it positive, precarious, or both?