Good evening ladies and gentleman,
Today I caught myself thinking about art and my personal progress. Do you ever just sit in your room, scrolling through your gallery, looking at old drawings, standing in a sea of sketches, old works and memories and think about how you have changed? How your interest in art has changed? Some years ago I used to draw really pathetic, emotional pictures that completely reflected my attitude and emotions. Nowadays, I love to make watercolor works and sketches! Isn't it crazy, how one can change in just a few years? I still love drawing portraits and I'm pretty sure this love will never die, but I kind of lost my interest in picturing reality. But my aspiration for perfection in a portrait will never ever die, because I'm a little perfectionist and this is a matter that won't change I guess
I also love scrolling through someone's gallery and see their progress, this makes me kind of smile every time