My friend Ruby's profile picture inspired me to start drawing again.
I've always known her to be a beautiful lady.
I admire almost everything about her.
One fascinating person managed to spark that fire to put a pencil to a paper and "create"


I added a blue sparrow and realized I had nothing more to draw.

I became stuck..again.

So anyway, I wanted to buy new brushes for my watercolors, but decided against it when i remembered that I had nothing to really contribute to painting with watercolors. I'm not an artist. I'm not even remotely close to being an artist. I don't do it everyday like most people so I'm not getting any better. Practice makes perfect and I never practice anymore. It's hard to admit that I'm trying too hard, but I am. I'm giving all this waaay too much thought when it should come easily to me. This isn't a hobby anymore. It's a challenge now. And I hate it.

People become upset when I easily give up on something they think I can be great at. I, personally, just don't want to waste my time.

I admire almost all that keep up with it. I wish I could be more like them.

Now those, my friends, are true artists.

People that form their art from inside themselves than thinking it through the way I do.

I'm a fake.

"You're eyes are poor, you're blind you see, no beauty could have come from me" -BrightEyes.