/ic/ - Artwork/Critique

Part of me still wants to write comics and tell stories and communicate all my stupid ideas to people. That's the reason I started making art as a kid in the first place, and I loved every minute of it. But somewhere down the line I learned that people would only hate me for expressing what I thought was cool, or what I thought was funny.
I still draw, but the mode of creativity I have now is completely different from the one I used to enjoy when I was young. The more I exist in it, the more hollow it feels. It places artistic skill above all else because it's desperate for the validation that being good at something could bring. It takes itself way too seriously because levity doesn't command respect. It's horrified of genuine self-expression because people can't reject you if you never let them know what you're thinking. It might make nice-looking art one day, but it's completely incapable of producing the kind of work I used to love making, or even work with any real meaning whatsoever.
I know all this but I have no idea what to do about it. It's terrifying to think that I might be stuck this way forever

>>3937518
blessed taste