Art's still flyin' down the metaphorical conveyor belt, so I'm pretty happy about that.
Though, recently I've been looking over my art and feeling rather.. I don't know, exactly.
I try to pride myself as much as possible on not having a particular "style" yet, seeing as I'm only in my early 20s and am still learning with each passing day.
And I always thought that being able to be one of the artists that doesn't have a set "style" was a good thing, meaning that said artist hasn't settled on one style and neglected learning to draw any other way, thusly pigeonholing themselves into only being ABLE to do one thing, and that one thing only. They may be very good at that one thing, but I believe that ultimately limits one's opportunities in the long run if they CAN'T do anything else.
But with my skill of adapting to various different styles of art, I now look at my body of work and fail to see any real coherent personality throughout it. I don't see "me", I see a lot of "this and that" experimenting.
And maybe that's what I'm supposed to be doing at this stage of my artistic career. It's just a little glum at times recently, since when I start a project, because I don't have a set style of how I can expect it to look, I perpetually make myself more nervous about each thing I make. Probably more than I should.
But hey, we push through the glums, right? And as long as I, and you! keep making rad art, everything's still a-ok.
'Till next time, make rad art.