After days of attempting to rid myself of this artist's block I seem to have contracted, I am yet unable to go through the motions of putting brush, or pen for that matter, to any kind of surface. This is not to say that I do not feel inspired, because by all means I certainly do. I cannot help but to research a new technique, delve into Google images of this or that, or make doodles in my sketchbook with the intention that they will somehow leap off of the page and become something much more than what they are. So what on Earth is holding me back? The usual excuses arise of course, i.e. I'm too busy, there just isn't money, I have too many other things to do. So why does art take a back seat when it is supposed to me the most, well, second most important thing in my life? For some reason I continue to feel this fear, this inadequacy, as though suddenly after so many years of practicing art, that I might fail at it. The question is where did my drive go? I have decided to determine what my drive is. What drives me to create?
What is your drive?
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