/ic/ - Artwork/Critique

>>2887246

If I could cry, I could water crops with my tears - perhaps a better career prospect.

Ever since I was little, I have been lauded as some sort of genius in the matter and I was dumb enough to believe it. I invested so much into art, such that it had compromised every aspect of my social life and education. However, there is no investment of time can ever give you love for the process of doing something, and I have grown passive over the years - stirring only to create half sketches and experiments.

What's more, I grow happier the more I detach myself from my work. But what do I have, if not art? I have no career, no future, I am becoming comfortably numb.

Is it time to move on? Maybe, but I always feel that despite this, the embers are still glowing.

I read the comment. I regret it now