I thought that love would inspire my art but it has paralyzed it with the need of perfection, the fear of error. I started a painting with my new love in mind and I screwed it up. it paralyzed me, I couldn’t get past it. I got angry with it and refused to create. Strange isn’t it? I got caught up with dating and then getting sick with one thing after another so I ended up with out the strength to create anything so I gave up, didn’t even bother to draw. Am I the only one who ever feels this way? maybe I’m not an artist.