Looking back at my art recently, I am really happy. I used to tell myself I am not an artist, not a true one, but I am steadily becoming one, because I am practicing more. In January of this year, I started my sixth sketchbook. I didn't realize I had completed so many until I laid them out side-by-side.
Even though I draw pretty much every other day now, sometimes my art does not feel real to me, in the sense that when I see it and like it, I don't think, "I did this. Me." I don't connect my work with myself, however strange that sounds. So today, I bought sheet protectors and photo paper. I copied my latest drawing, End of the Day, into Publisher and printed it out. I used the highest print setting and premium glossy photo paper.
Holding my digital art in my hands is a feeling akin to being jolted awake. My paper works are primarily in black and white, and color ink and photo paper are costly. So holding a high quality print of my work is an amazing experience. It is still A4-size, and my printer isn't super high quality, just a regular HP, but it looks good. I can see my mistakes but I still like it. It's a good feeling, holding my work in my own hands.