‘Why aren’t you drawing right now?’, ‘What sort of artist ARE you?’, ‘You don’t have anything to say’, ‘You’re too old to make it now’, ‘Who would be interested in THAT?’, ‘You can’t even draw a tree properly’.
Ah, the inner critic has arrived again.
For a while I thought he’d gone, but actually he was having a well earned rest. Now he’s back, and he won’t shut up.
I’m writing this now to call him out. I hear you, Mr Pain-in-the-head. I know what you’re trying to do; trying to make me doubt everything. Well, I won’t stand for it! I see you and I know what your game is!
YOU’RE TIME IS UP.
I went for a walk and listened to the birds instead.