So I’m currently going through The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron, and everything was fine until I read this from Chapter 3 and my head exploded:
“Many artists begin a piece of work, get well along in it, and then find, as they near completion, that the work seems mysteriously drained of merit. It’s no longer worth the trouble. To therapists, this surge of sudden disinterest (…) is a routine coping device employed to deny pain and ward off vulnerability.”
That feeling… Is a real thing. I thought it was just my brain knowing my art was bad before my eyes did. I thought it was because my art wasn’t good enough. I’ve been doing this for years.