Sometimes I feel like I'm on the right course. Usually when I'm working on some illustrations that are going pretty well, or when I've sent my work to a few magazines/blogs and I'm feeling mildly hopeful that I'll get a feature.
Other times I feel like my whole life is based around the naive and self-indulgent notion that making art is a viable career prospect, that paintings are never something that people will want to spend their actual money on and I should just pack it in and find a job with a steady wage and a pension plan like a proper functioning adult.
I usually stay in this negative shit storm for a few days at a time - until I see something inspiring or I painfully miss the flow and enjoyment I get when I put paintbrush to paper - and then I guess I remember why I started.
If you're having major self doubts or just had a premonition of having to declare yourself bankrupt at the age of 30, watching these over a cup of tea will convince you to have faith in the process and back your own innate abilities ~
Now, go create something beautiful.