So, I painted another thing. Here it is:
Granted, the concept was very ambitious. I don't think I have the skill to pull it off, I'm afraid. I'm quite disappointed with this effort. Fifteen hours of work, and it ended in sadness. On the bright side, at least I finished it, instead of just deleting it like I have done to so many things that did not live up to my expectations.
My perfectionist tendencies are something I'm trying to work on combating (some of you may remember that I wasn't especially happy with 'Ware the Wood Wight either, though overall I was proud of the effort). It's really fucking hard, guys. Really hard. Perfectionism is paralysing.
I look at other art on Deviant Art and I'm simultaneously blown away, and so envious I could cry. I know I shouldn't be comparing, but honestly, I feel like my stuff looks so... stupid...? childish...? utter crap...? compared to the incredibly beautiful pieces on there.
This piece very nearly didn't make it. I almost hit the delete button on it. However, I have been reading a lot on what makes people successful, and one of the big things was being okay with imperfection.
I'm not okay with how imperfect this art is. But someone else might be.
I can pick a million things I hate about the above work that I've spent so damned long on trying to make beautiful. Someone else might fall in love with it.
The point is, no successful artist became successful by hiding their art from the world.... No living successful artist, at any rate. Lots become successful after they've passed. I wonder if they ever struggled with the quality of their work? I wonder if they ever saw a piece they did and feel nothing but sadness and frustration? Probably. Who knows?
So, despite really not liking it, I've decided to make prints available for people who do. They're right here. Now I'm off to go be sad for the rest of the day.
And to learn Welsh. That, at least, is something I can do.