While thumbing through a drawer full of miscellaneous items a few weeks ago, I happened to stumble across an old sketchbook of mine. Feeling curious, I opened it up and began to page through it.
What I saw made me, quite literally, cringe. Within those pages were drawings(made only a year and a half ago by my estimation) of horrendous quality. I wasn't sure whether to be disgusted at what I had once made, or pleased. Pleased with all the progress I've made. Right after looking through that old sketchbook, I went through my most recent. I then decided that I was very, very pleased.
My art still isn't anywhere near the best it could be, of co