There was a time when I had just as many sketchbooks laying around as Audrey. As I filled them with drawings, I was always (initially) excited about what I had done. It wasn’t because I thought the art was good–but instead because I could see improvement….even if just a little. Usually a few days later, I would end up hating the art and was more pleased with the present stuff I had done. I have always been like this, and even now I cringe at all the past stuff I’ve done. I’m not sure if this is a healthy relationship to have with one’s art, but one thing’s for sure–it keeps me from ever having an ego about it. 🙂