...or in my case several less-than-satisfactory comic panels. Diana has told me that I suffer from her idea of 'Van Gogh syndrome'. Not because I am in the habit of cutting off my ears and offering them to hookers but because I am never completely happy with my work. Instead I choose to nitpick every little flaw (that only I can see) until it pushes me into a very deep, very dark hole that no amount of reassurance or praise in my ability and effort can pull me out of. TL;DR Like some masochistic ritual I must take it upon myself to hate almost everything I draw and see nothing but faults. It's my idea of S&M. It's my artwork and I'll cry if I want to.
Audaciously Yours Week 4: Anti-Social Media. Read here.
But a couple of weeks ago I actually lost it.