Truth be told, art has felt a lot like suffocating lately. Intrusive thoughts telling me that I’ll never match up to those whom I look up to continue to invade my mind, and I’m left feeling like I am unable to breathe. Commissions aren’t selling well, but there’s not much I can do about that. I keep pushing my OCs aside to draw the characters of others. I’m drowning in a sea that I can’t get out of. I need to escape.