It took a great deal more effort than I care to admit to get myself to calm down enough to sketch again. Slipping into the total focus zone is so easy sometimes, and so frustrating at other times when you feel like you have a point to make, and you need to make it fast. Under confidence is the most horrific thing to struggle with when it comes to art, and I’ve a feeling I could spend the rest of my life trying to come up with ways and exercises to deal with it. Drawing is something that, for me, toes the line between a hobby and a livelihood, at times falling between the two categories and at times enveloping both at once.
If only I had a cure for the fluttery, panicky feeling in my chest when I’m scared and want to draw- something to make me braver, stronger, calmer.
The Third Floor Corridor 