For the first 20 years of my life, I managed to convince myself that I didn't have a single creative bone in my body. It just wasn't in me. Art just wasn't in me; nor was it something I'd ever wish to become decent at. So based on this context, being inspired to draw based on Miraculous Ladybug fan art definitely seems to have come out of nowhere. Emphasis on "seems".
Life is a funny lady. You think you know who you are and what you want, but then the beautiful mistress decides that it's the perfect time to smack you with a surprise. I was 20 years old when I fell into the pursuit of art as a hobby—hence the name of this blog. Before this, I didn't have anything I could really call a dedicated "pass time". The only thing that came close, if you detract the sense of learning and growth, was watching the latest and greatest of animated works. . .
Especially as adults, it's mentally and emotionally challenging to begin something from square one. More specifically, it's difficult to admit to being genuinely bad at something when starting out. Young people make mistakes—it's inherent. Adults on the other hand, are supposed to have everything together. We have unlocked the secrets to succeeding in school and work (or at least being exceptionally average), that being genuinely bad at something has become a foreign concept—it's frustrating, disheartening, and it's unfortunately enough to make so many people quit before they see the slightest improvement in their work. . .