I’m not confident in my art skill, really. I’m constantly surprised people have such nice things to say on it. I’m constantly fighting against how plain and drab my drawings look. I’m constantly trying to look at my art and not see a sum of flaws. I’m constantly judging myself for all the ways I should be better and I’m not, and how much I struggle with how a lack of achieving the progress I want is interpreted by my head as weakness.
And unfortunately that comes with the territory and never really goes away. I don’t know any artist, no matter how skilled, that doesn’t struggle with crippling self-doubt.
If you’re looking for confidence, I hate to say it, but that it’s something I think very few achieve — if it can be achieved at all. Learning and improving your skill and method is a continuously humbling experience, and part of that lesson is to not mistake “humbling” with “self-hatred.”
The trick to that is to find confidence in literally everything else about art. Why does anyone create or do art at all? Expression. Fun. Play. A purpose. A message. Connection. Communication. Those are all things you can and should feel confident about, otherwise there’s no point to doing art.
That may sound simple but it’s actually very hard, because there’s an important life lesson in achieving that. And it’s a life lesson you’re going to have to re-affirm every minute of every day. And that’s the one every story has been teaching us from the beginning: believing in yourself and what you do, and persevering when all you want to do is break your pencil in half and give up.
Simply put: Don’t make art to be good at it. Make art to be proud of yourself for.