The most difficult thing about being an artist is you meet many other artists. And you tend to feel like they are better than you. As a kid, I was the best artist in class. Nobody was better than me. That was until I got in the 2nd grade and I had class with Jeff and Jason, two twins who I immediately felt were better than me. Ever since then I have only been surrounded by better and better artists. One of the only times I’ve had relief from this was when a co-worker of mine, Homer, gave me a compliment after I showed frustration over my drawing of Galactus I was doing. He told me at least I had style, something he wished he had. So when ever I feel frustrated about my art I think, at least I have style.
…Although I’m pretty sure it just looks like scribbles.