My creative output is programming demos.

I do enjoy the process. Changing a bit of code and getting immediate visual feedback is a very enjoyable loop to be in until I’ve achieved what I set out to do. And those heureka-moments when you make giant leaps are just the cream on top.

It’s 10 in the evening, and the kids are asleep. The house is organised for the chaos of the next morning. It’s dark and quiet. I browse Flickr for inspiration, and when I find some, I pull out my oil pastels and spend the next hour in bliss, unaware of the passage of time. Just me and colours, their blending, smoothing, scraping what doesn’t work, perhaps some texture with a palette knife, etching out details. Oil pastels are very forgiving, and they don’t let you go into too much detail. They are perfect for people like me who didn’t have too much art training, and who really enjoy the process of art creation. So, in short, I enjoy the process naturally, through a medium that allows me to do so.

(I’ve done my share of charcoal works, but there the final product is far more enjoyable than the tedious process. I prefer the process.)

I don’t enjoy the physical activity of painting. I enjoy seeing a picture start to emerge from the marks im making and I enjoy having a finished painting that I know i made.

Right now Im participating in the 100 day challenge by making a small painting every day. Its day 58 and im keeping up with it. I post my results in the artshare community, and even though no one would probably notice if I stopped, it still feels like more accountability.

Eta: check out artprof.org. There’s a discord and they offer one on one critiques. Dont know if it will meet your needs.

That’s the only barrier. There really isn’t any talent involved, it’s persistence.

Because they enjoy drawing they do it often, and get a little better each time. I imagine some of them enjoy writing, but aren’t quite as good because they don’t do it as much.

I’ve been drawing ever since I can remember. There are parts of the process I enjoy and find satisfaction in, and other parts that can just be a chore. The feeling tends to vary with time as well. Some days I enjoy drawing/painting, and other days it feels like I’m only doing it because it’s what’s expected of me.

Multi-principled artist here who spent most of his time on digital art, early on when I also wanted to be a comic book artist/writer, I wanted to skip forward to the completed product. After a few years, I had to realize my main frustration was not with the process, but with a certain kind of elitist artist, who really wanted me to “discover the joy of oil-painting from life” rather than telling me how to do things. Besides being an artist, I’m also kind of a failed musician, as I had issues with having a bad sense of rhythm for the most part, and I noticed that many of my favorite musicians didn’t have classical training in the same way I also did. I got angry, that a guitarist can be fine with knowing a few chords, but any kind of artist suddenly had to go through what it seemed to be a full course of everything.

Then as I realized I had to give up on my comic artist dreams due to getting a full-time job (I’ve sat on my story for almost 10 years with many really bad reworks anyways - might recycle some of the characters from it for games or such), I begun to fully embrace the process. I not only started to like the process of making something, but also somehow developed my skills way more than before. Sure, I’m still bottlenecked by the time I can spend on it, but it also kind of acts as a filter on me. Currently I’m learning Blender, both to make fucked up 3D hentai with it, and to get some kind of employment option on self-employment (at my age, not having 15+ years of portfolio with developing accounting software in a currently trending “nu-lang” is considered a “red flag” for employers).

I’ve always enjoyed the process. But it wasn’t really natural in my case. The only reason why I got to the point I am at today is because of envy in a way. Everytime I would see a beautiful painting or picture someone made, I would want to elicit that same feeling through my own art. So, that’s what I would try to do. And, when a picture turns out well, I’m happy.

So, in a way, I forced myself to enjoy the process.