The most damning evidence as to why I could never be a great artist can be found in this sketch, again from my first drawing class in college - drawing 101. Done with a mechanical pencil, in about 20 minutes. Though the start of the drawing, and the more complete portions of the skeleton show general good form, shading, and placement, I simply could not complete it.
In the majority of my art, the brunt of the work is done quickly, and then I tire - becoming bored and eventually completely uninterested. I can't explain why, and when prodded by the teacher I could only come up with the reasoning that I had completed what I found interesting in the subject - and felt that the addition of more elements, more particulars or more detail, would be a waste of time and effort. What I felt was important was done. He seemed to think that was fine.
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