4 Struggles of a Self-Proclaimed Artist

4 Struggles of a Self-Proclaimed Artist

Four Issues Artists Must Often Deal With

As a person who has spent years attempting to improve their drawing skills, I believe that I’ve struggled enough to be granted the privilege to refer to myself as an “artist”, therefore also qualifying me as one who is capable of discussing some of the struggles often faced by artists. Alright, so now that I have established ethos, I’ll proceed to mention that being an artist isn’t exactly similar to leading “la vie en rose”. Actually, the creative process involves a great amount of struggles and a fair share of desperate sobbing- that often lead the artist to the brink of desperation. Not to mention, the various external factors that further pressure the artist into the point of madness.

One of the worst struggles an artist must overcome is that of self-doubting their skills. It does not matter how great an artist they may be; they will always be able to name someone who’s more talented- whose works are simply better. Personally, I find it to be the case that even when one’s paid a compliment it’s difficult to just accept it as is. It’s as if one’s compelled to be skeptical of flattering comments. This inability to recognize one’s own skills can prove to be a problem, which may threaten an artist’s motivation to carry on with their work.

Another very tiresome struggle artists must deal with, on a nearly daily basis, is the need to dodge requests for portraits. I draw recreationally, therefore meaning that I make no financial profit off of my creations. Hence, making such requests particularly irksome to me. When simply put, there are specific things I am interested in depicting in my drawings, and unfortunately I am not interested in drawing everyone I meet. However, people do not seem to understand what this means and they continuously ask for portraits of themselves, prompting me to usually reply saying:

Artists must also deal with the remarkably annoying struggle to accept that their work will not always turn out exactly as they had envisioned it in their heads. At times, one imagines a magnificent scenery, with ornate qualities- yet- the only thing that is delivered on paper is an odd combination of colors that doesn't fit one’s personal aesthetics. This can be extremely vexing, trust me, I know the feeling. I often have the urge to rip a drawing to pieces whenever I attempt to draw a hand and, instead, end up with a strange looking comb depicted on the paper.

And here we have real footage of me destroying the works that end up not matching my expectations:

Frankly, though, the issue I find the most troublesome is the struggle to control oneself when in an art supply store. Alright, it may just be me- but- I believe it’s basically impossible for one to enter a craft store and return home empty-handed. I mean, seriously, who can look at all those beautiful goodies and not wish to acquire them? Realistically, though, I should probably remind myself that I am merely an impoverished university student, who does not possess the means to buy dozens of sketchbooks that I will probably never use. But, a girl can dream! I just hope there will come a day when I can enter an art supply store and just tell myself to:

In any case, I am quite sure that there are dozens of other struggles artists must deal with- but- all I can advise you to do is to stay strong and carry on!

Cover Image Credit: http://theartistrevealed.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/backg.jpg

Popular Right Now

8 Reasons Why My Dad Is the Most Important Man In My Life

Forever my number one guy.

Growing up, there's been one consistent man I can always count on, my father. In any aspect of my life, my dad has always been there, showing me unconditional love and respect every day. No matter what, I know that my dad will always be the most important man in my life for many reasons.

1. He has always been there.

Literally. From the day I was born until today, I have never not been able to count on my dad to be there for me, uplift me and be the best dad he can be.

2. He learned to adapt and suffer through girly trends to make me happy.

I'm sure when my dad was younger and pictured his future, he didn't think about the Barbie pretend pageants, dressing up as a princess, perfecting my pigtails and enduring other countless girly events. My dad never turned me down when I wanted to play a game, no matter what and was always willing to help me pick out cute outfits and do my hair before preschool.

3. He sends the cutest texts.

Random text messages since I have gotten my own cell phone have always come my way from my dad. Those randoms "I love you so much" and "I am so proud of you" never fail to make me smile, and I can always count on my dad for an adorable text message when I'm feeling down.

4. He taught me how to be brave.

When I needed to learn how to swim, he threw me in the pool. When I needed to learn how to ride a bike, he went alongside me and made sure I didn't fall too badly. When I needed to learn how to drive, he was there next to me, making sure I didn't crash.

5. He encourages me to best the best I can be.

My dad sees the best in me, no matter how much I fail. He's always there to support me and turn my failures into successes. He can sit on the phone with me for hours, talking future career stuff and listening to me lay out my future plans and goals. He wants the absolute best for me, and no is never an option, he is always willing to do whatever it takes to get me where I need to be.

6. He gets sentimental way too often, but it's cute.

Whether you're sitting down at the kitchen table, reminiscing about your childhood, or that one song comes on that your dad insists you will dance to together on your wedding day, your dad's emotions often come out in the cutest possible way, forever reminding you how loved you are.

7. He supports you, emotionally and financially.

Need to vent about a guy in your life that isn't treating you well? My dad is there. Need some extra cash to help fund spring break? He's there for that, too.

8. He shows me how I should be treated.

Yes, my dad treats me like a princess, and I don't expect every guy I meet to wait on me hand and foot, but I do expect respect, and that's exactly what my dad showed I deserve. From the way he loves, admires, and respects me, he shows me that there are guys out there who will one day come along and treat me like that. My dad always advises me to not put up with less than I deserve and assures me that the right guy will come along one day.

For these reasons and more, my dad will forever be my No. 1 man. I love you!

Related Content

Connect with a generation
of new voices.

We are students, thinkers, influencers, and communities sharing our ideas with the world. Join our platform to create and discover content that actually matters to you.

Learn more Start Creating

From One Nerd To Another

My contemplation of the complexities between different forms of art.


Aside from reading Guy Harrison's guide to eliminating scientific ignorance called, "At Least Know This: Essential Science to Enhance Your Life" and, "The Breakthrough: Immunotherapy and the Race to Cure Cancer" by Charles Graeber, an informative and emotional historical account explaining the potential use of our own immune systems to cure cancer, I read articles and worked on my own writing in order to keep learning while enjoying my winter break back in December. I also took a trip to the Guggenheim Museum.

I wish I was artistic. Generally, I walk through museums in awe of what artists can do. The colors and dainty details simultaneously inspire me and remind me of what little talent I posses holding a paintbrush. Walking through the Guggenheim was no exception. Most of the pieces are done by Hilma af Klint, a 20th-century Swedish artist expressing her beliefs and curiosity about the universe through her abstract painting. I was mostly at the exhibit to appease my mom (a K - 8th-grade art teacher), but as we continued to look at each piece and read their descriptions, I slowly began to appreciate them and their underlying meanings.

I like writing that integrates symbols, double meanings, and metaphors into its message because I think that the best works of art are the ones that have to be sought after. If the writer simply tells you exactly what they were thinking and how their words should be interpreted, there's no room for imagination. An unpopular opinion in high school was that reading "The Scarlet Letter" by Nathaniel Hawthorne was fun. Well, I thought it was. At the beginning of the book, there's a scene where Hawthorne describes a wild rosebush that sits just outside of the community prison. As you read, you are free to decide whether it's an image of morality, the last taste of freedom and natural beauty for criminals walking toward their doom, or a symbol of the relationship between the Puritans with their prison-like expectations and Hester, the main character, who blossoms into herself throughout the novel. Whichever one you think it is doesn't matter, the point is that the rosebush can symbolize whatever you want it to. It's the same with paintings - they can be interpreted however you want them to be.

As we walked through the building, its spiral design leading us further and further upwards, we were able to catch glimpses of af Klint's life through the strokes of her brush. My favorite of her collections was one titled, "Evolution." As a science nerd myself, the idea that the story of our existence was being incorporated into art intrigued me. One piece represented the eras of geological time through her use of spirals and snails colored abstractly. She clued you into the story she was telling by using different colors and tones to represent different periods. It felt like reading "The Scarlet Letter" and my biology textbook at the same time. Maybe that sounds like the worst thing ever, but to me it was heaven. Art isn't just art and science isn't just science. Aspects of different studies coexist and join together to form something amazing that will speak to even the most untalented patron walking through the museum halls.

Related Content

Facebook Comments