Regret. Loss. And the Infinite. Nameless Stories pages 7&8
Tried a couple of different things here. I had one of those ‘dear god I hate my art’ phases, whereupon wrats told me (gently) to harden the fuck up, because whinging does nothing. She is of course, correct. Still, going back and breaking down your own work to identify what makes it look like rubbish is a rather terrible and humiliating process; but one I feel is absolutely necessary. Even after all the good advice in the world, in the end you are the only person who truly knows which way they want to progress.
Anyway, the point of this all is; move forward, not back, and that staying stationary is almost as bad as the latter.