Old art.  I’ve been looking at my older work and I get mad because I let myself get bullied into drawing a certain way.  At the time, I liked to draw more than paint and so I developed a workflow/method that resulted in very detailed lines and minimal coloring.  I really liked it.  Others thought I could “do better,” and by that they meant render things out.  
Meh, it was my fault for listening to people that offered opinions rather than objective critique.  Now I work in a completely different manner.  I enjoy my methods now because I eventually let myself naturally grow into them but I still feel sad that I let myself think my art was garbage for so long just because it wasn’t painted fully.  It happens to everyone though.
I still like this picture. 

Old art.  I’ve been looking at my older work and I get mad because I let myself get bullied into drawing a certain way.  At the time, I liked to draw more than paint and so I developed a workflow/method that resulted in very detailed lines and minimal coloring.  I really liked it.  Others thought I could “do better,” and by that they meant render things out. 

Meh, it was my fault for listening to people that offered opinions rather than objective critique.  Now I work in a completely different manner.  I enjoy my methods now because I eventually let myself naturally grow into them but I still feel sad that I let myself think my art was garbage for so long just because it wasn’t painted fully.  It happens to everyone though.

I still like this picture.