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What's your Motivation?No light and fluffy journal today, I'm actually going to address something that's been concerning me recently every time I enter my inbox it seems. The last few months seem to be hard on others, whether its the weather, what you're involved in, or perhaps, more than that, your motivation for doing art? Please try to remember that I am not speaking of any one person, but in general terms.What's your Motivation? in Personal More Like This
The last couple of months I've seen scores and scores of journals and polls, talking about how the artist feels that their art isn't good enough because of this, or that they feel stressed to do art because they're part of ha-RPG or because they owe people art. My question to them is, before you post these again and again (because yes, in a few months you'll feel the same way.) is what is you motivation to do and post art? Are you looking for recognition? Popularity? To please others? Guess what? ART isn't about any of that. Art never was about that. Do you think the famous artists were famous at their
Strange Things Can HappenKicking off his shoes, Dominic peered around the corner of the kitchen, smiling broadly as he spotted his wife and son. Tanya was going between checking on supper and entertaining the young boy with his stuffed bear. Chase giggled and squealed each time the brown creature touched his tummy. “Ag'in, ag'in momma!” He cried as he attempted to grab her hand. Giggling herself, Tanya scooped the three year old into her arms and nuzzled him. “Again? I don't know~ Mr. Bear might not want to eat your belly anymore.” She teased.Strange Things Can Happen in Settings More Like This
“Is Mr. Bear after you again Chase?” Dominic chuckled as he stepped in, leaning down to give his wife a kiss before pulling the boy into his own arms.
“Papa! Bear gettin' me.” Chase giggled, wrapping his arms around his father's neck and snuggling into his broad chest.
“Well, now, we can't have that can we? I'll have to give Mr. Bear a talking to later, do you think?” The blond smiled as his little boy nodded ag
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