The Slow Churn of the Art Wheel

I started a drawing yesterday to follow through with an idea i had. The conditions were prime, twas a perfect sunny mid-day. My roommates were out for the day and i was completely alone with my thoughts. I was working on a plane of about 24x30, larger than any drawing i had completed in the past with the exception of a large Marley reproduction. Although its partially incomplete, i have mixed feelings. Again present are the feelings of inadequacies in skill and extreme self-criticism. I enjoy it because its a catalyst for works to come but im still frustrated because i think it displays my limits. In class there were works i thought were crap but thrilled my instructors. Maybe its a personal vice i have to over come. I am determined not to be discouraged and continue to relay my messages through my work in my own style.