The worst fucking part about caring about your art is how goddamn much you care about how it’s received. You just, you care so much about people seeing, seeing it for what it is, and appreciating it after all the hard work and care you pump into it. After multiple goddamn edits in the lineart stage alone, redrawing entire sections of the picture as per request via critique, and it is still never fucking good enough. After looking up all the information and references you can so your colors can be fucking perfect, and achieve just the right atmosphere and shade, after experimenting with more methods than you can remember with shading and how base colors shift in response to light. And it will never be fucking good enough because you ultimately just suck at shading I guess.
You can go through multiple drafts, scrap almost-finished projects in favor of starting all over again, try again and again and again, make as many edits as it takes until you reach something vaguely resembling the perfection in your mind, and it will never be fucking good enough because i guess all that worrying and work just sucks the goddamn life out of the picture, after all the toil you went through just to try and put it there in the first place.
And who the fuck is ever going to appreciate, or get the slightest hint of enjoyment from shit art like that?