No, I'm not a supermodel and I wasn't attacked by the bunch of jealous girls. But I saw drawings so beautiful, that moved my soul, that made me stop and stare for a while, that have the power to transform me into different person. Ouch! The beauty I saw in them was painful because it showed me how far from the perfection my own works are. Maybe perfection is not the best word here. I meant more the vision of ideal drawing that is inside me, that is showing up in my imagination, like it wants to tease me, to invite me to race it. But the more I focus on race, the more far from the ideal vision I get.
What's the solution? To keep racing or to desist?
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