
I was being interviewed for a podcast the other day, telling a story I’ve told countless times, about how I quit making art at age thirteen.
Why did I quit? Because other kids were better at drawing than I was. Or so went my thinking.
They were the real artists, not me. So I quit.
What’s left unspoken in there is that I clearly felt like I had no business making art, no right to make art, if I couldn’t do it up to some impossibly high standard I set for myself.
Hello, perfectionist paralysis.
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