I’m ashamed to say that due to life events my art has begun to suffer. I don’t feel I have the skill anymore or the drive to create. It breaks my heart that I feel like I’ve regressed and I have forced myself to draw constantly to try and get back what I’ve lost
Stepping back out into the world and socializing again has been a breath of fresh air and reminded me that the world is not all cynical assholes like this site would like you to believe