Confusion

For the artists that seep into my world,

why do we sometimes doubt ourselves, then feel proud of the result; or enjoy the process of creating something, then feel the instant wave of disapproval for the work we loved in the making?

This question applies to all artists. Painters, sketchers, writers, animators, and all in-between. 

To say the truth, I don't have an answer. I don't know who has this answer. Art, no matter the pain, ease, blood, or tear given to create it is art. Created by a living being's will. 

Our minds can imagine the world a way we can only explain by showing it. I personally cannot. I can only imagine, my few successful attempts only scratching the surface of what I really wanted seen.

I guess I'm just writing to ask the void of many souls if even one of them understands my words, and if they do, to please, tell me how to improve, or how they did.