As an artist, I used to dwell on creating new pieces. I focused my time and energy on improving my craft; which is of course important since "practice makes perfect", or at least progress.
After a year, my skills in brush lettering grew and I'm proud to say that I've finally found my own style.
"I'm proud to say". It's still awkward to say those words aloud so here I am just writing them down. I think many artists would relate when I say that it's difficult for me to show others what I've created. It's daunting to imagine people looking at them, noticing the little bits of mistakes that I know exist within a piece. It's terrifying to realize that people could somehow recognize a part of my soul delicately embedded in my works of art. Let's face the truth: no matter how much we hide it, there will always be people who are aware that art speaks about the artist; about the artist's thoughts, desires and beliefs.
I started showing my work gradually; to my mother, to my sisters, to a few friends, to Instagram and then I opened a Blogger account. I wanted to create a blog because it seemed like I was already comfortable enough to take the next step in sharing my art with the world. But when it came to writing the posts, it was kind of difficult for me to search for the right words. Letting others see my work was one thing. Talking about it was another. That's when I realized an important piece of truth.
When you don't actively discuss and share your art, you hinder yourself from evolving into someone who knows how to talk about your art.
I'd like to believe that I should just let my art speak for itself. It would save me tons of time worrying about what to say or when to post or how others would react. I'd be happy to spend more time on my craft; to further improve my skills or to purely relax.