So, as an artist, sometimes I get down on my work. Sometimes I think my work is bad and no one wants to see it; that it's not worthwhile and a useless waste of energy; or my choice of preferred subject matter is dumb and I should stop liking it and start liking better things.

None of these things are very useful or very fun to feel. But I recently came across this post, about fear and art, and whenever I start to feel those things again, I revisit the thought.

That art is not something bad that should make me fear failure. That art is an adventure, and so may come with bumps and bruises, but is infinitely better than not having it there for the dark times and the lonely times.

I thought I would share it, in case anyone else might get some comfort out of it, too.