/ic/ - Artwork/Critique

When I started drawing 7 years ago it was difficult for me to draw for more than an hour a day. I used to feel lonely, and sought out my friends so I could talk to them. That's all changed. Somehow I can draw contentedly for hours at a stretch. When I think of an interesting idea or figure out a problem, I write it down in my journal instead of telling anyone. I've given up quite a few bad habits. No more vidya or TV. It all feels so superficial compared to art. The desire to get a wife has also left me. The fear of growing old alone has been replaced by the fear of a roastie seducing me and stealing my time away from art. Today it was raining as I was studying an old master drawing, with a cup of tea at my elbow. I don't know if this makes sense to you anons but it feels like I've discovered how to live.