At this point in time I really don’t feel much in regards to the opinion of others in regards to my art. It doesn’t mean I won’t feel something in the future because I’m a fucking human but it doesn’t really hold much stake in my life at this point. I like who i’ve become and who i’m slowly molding myself into which gives me the confidence needed for such a statement but there in lies another issue. Since others don’t affect me that means my own opinion of my own work is more critical than ever. I’m dissecting every insignificant detail and its fucking infuriating. Every line, every photo and even the type of content is being evaluated.
It is single handedly the main reason I don’t start creating or get things done. For that reason alone to be the main reason why something isn’t done is nuts but also shows me, which I learned recently that perfection is not important and often the greatest inhibitor of the creation of art. Something I heard and understood to an extent in the past but I completely understand it now. Playing back parts of the shit I was working on made me realize that I was overly focused on the level of quality of something no one had even seen and will never see. Thats fucking stupid. As long as you lean into what you love you’ll be perfectly fine. If you keep searching for perfect you’ll be searching forever. Get it done bitch.