I had to change my relationship with my art! It isn't healthy. As much as I enjoy making art, it became something I do to add value to myself, instead of just adding happiness. I won't stop doing it but I won't pressure myself into it or compare myself to other artists. I'm going to stop feeling like a bad artist. I'm going to stop feeling bad for not pursuing an art career, not trying to work for national geographic, not going to photography clubs, not going to art school, and not being a popular photographer even though I know my nature work is professional quality. People were proud of my art but sometimes they didn't look beyond that. I felt like people were disappointed in me and only liked my art. So art is no longer why I feel good about myself. I don't have to have artistic talent to know I'm worth something.

I've done a lot of thinking about my relationship with photography. 
I need to have a better relationship with my photography. So that means doing whatever my heart desires. 
I do more than just take pictures of flowers. I love any type of nature shot. I love nature in general and even though flowers are my "specialty" you'll no longer be seeing ONLY flowers.. I post more now, but I'm going to stop being so picky about what I post and just do what makes me happy. You'll see my love for nature in general. I have a lot of work to post (in my own time) and some of it is stuff I'm afraid to share because I viewed photography in a competitive sense instead of something to make me happy. 

Whatever nature I find art in that makes me happy will be posted here. Cheers!
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I wrote this about a month ago and now I'm regularly doing photography again and I have a better outlook on myself, my art and other artists. I took a much needed break and re-evaluated myself and my relationship with my art. I enjoy it as much as I did when I first started.. 
How is your relationship with your art?

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mental health awareness: anorexia nervosa

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