When you're cleaning out that box of who-knows-what after years of uninterruptedly being in storage, there's that smell of dust? Of old?
Well, that's clingy to my nose right now after sort-of cleaning out my gallery.
Actually, the reason I'm writing this journal is to point out the confidence I gained from comparing my old artwork from three years ago to the work I do now. Yes, now my artwork is far and few between but it's probably a lot better in some places than it used to be. There's a sort of pride to be found in that, or self esteem as an artist.
I'd also like to say thank you to the people who were (and some still are) watching my slow progress. I don't know how you dealt with my younger self! I know I wouldn't have.
So yeah, thanks guys.