If there's one thing I've learned about any pursuit, you will do far better at it if you enjoy it. Or perhaps that only applies to drawing. For the longest time I've known I wasn't drawing, back when I did draw, to do draw.
I drew because I had images, scenes in my head and a desperate, mind-murdering fear that they would never see the light of day, and were far, far out of my reach to make into collections of visual images. So I drew, and when progress seemed impossible, I became frustrated, eventually giving up. And I've seen artists I've watched since I started soar past me. Every time I do I wonder what could've been. How good I could've