“Art is a form of love, expression of desire crystallized”
This would be the best way to express my current situation.
My will to draw has been dwindeling for some years now and there is only one (childish) reason:
‘Love’ has been a major reason for my passion to draw.
I wouldn’t be here if my younger self wasn’t a hopeless dreamer trying to reach out for people that got his heart.
Yes, that’s the whole reason I started drawing and pushed through.
Now we reach the point of this ‘venting’.
I lost every muse. I feel absolutely nothing for anyone.
Drawing is now a hobby that gives me almost no satisfaction and that little that I feel it’s a bittersweet melancony.
That doesn’t mean that I quit, just.. hoping you’ll understand.