I Miss Being an Artist

I was always an artist growing up. I was always an introverted child who preferred being infatuated by fantasy worlds I’ve created myself rather than participating in dull sphere we call reality.

I loved drawing and painting. From a young age I knew this was what I was most passionate about, that and reading. Growing up, I wanted to go to art school. I could never see myself not doing art, I couldn’t imagine not developing my talent, not expressing myself through art.  I couldn’t imagine what else there is.

Then unfortunately at school I had one teacher who seemed to dislike me and my work from the beginning. He stood over my shoulder for years, condescending me, criticising every piece of work I produced. As a child I had my work published, I would draw in cafe’s and have people walk up to me and ask ‘did you really draw that?’. When I was a teenager my work progressed, I loved to draw people, I posted my work online, always received extremely positive feedback. But he ruined art for me, and after years of being told I wasn’t good enough because my taste just didn’t fit whatever construct of ‘good art’ he had in his own mind, so I started to lose hope.

I’ve had friends go on to do art professionally, and looked upon them and their work both happy for them and what they’ve achieved, but disappointed in myself for not being able to do the same. People who used to look up to me and my work are now succeeding more in art than I ever have. More than anything I think I am just angry with myself for giving up. His opinion didn’t matter, his opinion didn’t define my worth. But as a very introverted and insecure teenager, his constant and intense criticism affected me so deeply that I started to resent art itself. Art became a reminder of my feelings of inadequacy and failure. Art became a symbol of something I could never hope to succeed in.

I just hope that some time in the future I can be inspired again. It’s so frustrating knowing that I have this talent and this passion, so much to express, but have grown too stubborn and too scared to indulge myself in it.

Let me know your thoughts if you have any. Still just trying to get my blog on here started!

– Elena


9 thoughts on “I Miss Being an Artist

  1. I agree with Andrei!
    Go for it.

    The longer you WAIT, the harder it may become….
    You have beaten yourself up enough.
    You KNOW you are GREAT!
    I am elated for you….and waiting to see your art.

    Let your art,
    flow from your heart.

    You know how good it makes you feel….
    Isn’t that what life is all about?
    Doing what we love?

    You could even surpass your art friends.
    Anything is possible, when you believe in YOU!

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      1. You are welcome….and the only place you will find that final ‘extra push’ is from within you.

        Either you can or you can’t. Either way, you are right. Hugz 😀


  2. I echo the voices saying “don’t give up”. Art can surprise you and take root in the oddest situations. It is your gift to unwrap when the time is right. Thanks for visiting my blog and following.

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