Dear, deviantart fellow artists,It's 10th post of my journal post series. :party:Every now and then and certain point you'll be in your comfort zone. It's easy to stay there, be repetitive and doing what you now how to do is indeed compelling. But, what about the improvement?
If we stay in one place - in one certain way of doing things - we just stay in the same place and in the same skill level. We can't learn anything new if we don't want to, if we are afraid to step outside the comfort zone, where everything is easy and wonderful.
So, how to overcome that fear of failure, of not being succesful and of difficulties and improve faster?
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Dear, deviantart fellow artists
Inspiration is such an important subject for every artist. When we have it - we feel amazing and full of creative energy, but when we lack it, we tend to be anxious and procrastinate on things we really like to do.
So here are some of my thoughts about the topic and I hope that they might be helpful.
1. Go outside
We tend to spend way too much time indoors. Try to do some plein-air painting/drawing. Explore the world around you - It's not only good for your health, but It's also a great way to get inspired by nature, people in streets, clouds and sunsets etc.
2. Gather pictures in inspiration folder
10 ways to become a better artist by snowmarite, journal
10 ways to become a better artist
Dear, deviantart fellow artists
How to become better at art? How to gain necessary skill and how to stay motivated and inspired?
There are no right, or wrong answers to these questions, as we all are different and we have our own creative journeys - but here are some of my thoughts about the topic and I hope that they might be helpful.
1. Make art with your heart
Make the art that you enjoy to create. Make what resonates with you, put your heart in it (not literally) and it will show through your artworks.
2. Be consistent
Commit to yourself. Do something daily, even if it's just a sketch. Perhaps, do a study every morning or make
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What You Learn From The Stars (expanded) by linaket, literature
Literature
What You Learn From The Stars (expanded)
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