went to Paris last week. Visited two friends and met several new people. One of my oldest friends Paul took me to a Portuguese bar, where I met a Russian girl, who studied English back home and then decided to study art in Paris. The conversation flowed and she asked me why I decided to do art.

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I never did that.

I never had to decide to do art.

It's the other way around. I made active decisions to quit. The longest I could hold was about a year. When I finally stopped resisting and took a pencil, I magically improved. As if I never quit.

Drawing and painting do need practice of hand. But it might have more to do with vision. So unless I go blind I'll keep on improving.

One day I woke up and stopped resisting. If I can't follow through, what's the point of quitting then?

I have many other explanations. But this is the most distilled one :)

Something else.

Whenever I'm asked about my favourite anime I usually reply Haikyuu, automatically. It's a story about a high school volleyball team and its two genius protagonists. I often listen to the series while drawing.

Last time I actually watched something lengthy was Hibike! Euphonium in 2016.
It's a story about a brass band kids who want to win the national brass band competition. Hibike! Euphonium is a lot closer to what I go through on the daily basis. You can try as hard as you want, but you can't win in this :D You can improve and become better and better, repeating it until you die. Your work may be selected and might not. Depending on what fits at the time. A lot of rejection and criticism. Some professors actually pick fights with students, drive them to the edge just to see what happens.

Everybody here just wants to become truly special and do something different from everyone else I suppose.