I think the reason I hate my recent art so much is that it’s so very self-conscious. I’m having trouble letting go of the need to make every little thing as good as I can and my hesitation shows in every shaky line and garbled anatomical construction.
I make better art when I’m not being fussy.
I actually finish stuff then too.
This epiphany brought to you by a pinball machine doodled mindlessly on a sticky note.