vent art

just the process of drawing this, forcing my muse out some, helped clean out some of these pessimistic feelings

it seems no matter how optimistic or happy i strive to become, i can't truly be rid of this baggage

high standards

prudish people, fuck they're the worst. especially the types who prey on aspiring artist's willpower and vulnerability. especially in the furry fucking little cyber community.

i have standards for myself that i dont even agree with, that i never agreed to, yet i fall victim to abiding by them like any other fucking "talent."

i didnt add anything to this picture without it having value to me. see if you can pick up anything

i can give a couple uuuuuuuuhm

for the literal symbolic theres the two meathooks holding me back, that only feel like true limitations, when there are no true weights to them. the black being other people's standards an opinions that make it difficult to draw anything that will make my veiwers feel anything more than feel good™, while the golden hook is my limitation of only following what i learn from personal interactions with people who are always more talented than i, rather than learning what i want to learn. following THEIR standards, accepting THEIR critique. this weight is in its own ways helpful, but also very hindering as the judgement of those i know personally sting higher and hotter than random fuckfaces

lets see he has no eyes, because hes blind to details. improvement, degradation, mistakes, opportunities, color hues, even the metaphoric vision of art. i dont invision my art. i just scribble whatever the fuck i manage to shit out this time. hes got ears, he can listen to others, hes just deaf to the positives. nothing will ever be enough

theres plenty others, go ahead, guess. i wanna see what you people read into me =/