I was feeling pretty good and pretty proud of some of the paintings I did in it… until I saw everyone else’s.
Picked up one, feeling pretty good… “Ooh this person has really clean and tight sketches.”
Picked up another, feeling a little less adequate… “This person has excellent environments and color sense and is good at painting.”
Then another student came in with a sketchbook that he made himself. He had toned paper and stamped dates, and a steampunk-themed cover with a working music box attached. Plus, he had beautiful drawings inside.
Then it was like, “Welp, it’s time for us to go.”
Then I felt like I didn’t even try on my sketchbook.
