Have I lost it?

Today, I was looking back through numerous amounts of my art work from over the years.

I realized that, I may be more technical and a critical thinker of certain things in my art now only if I am not filled with stress or worry of other school studies.

Back then, I wasn't so worrisome. My art work, impresses me compared to now. This art work now is quite amatuer. I feel really depressed over it.
Don't get me wrong, I've learned techniques I had never known. Also, I had learned technical terms and how to use those terms effectively in a sentence when in critiques or speaking with other artists, or the professors.

Yet, comparing my work, I'm disappointed in myself. I should work my hands to the bone, and I'm not. What is this, shit? This shit I've composed is not my work, my work is so much better.

I'm an artist. An critical thinker. A mathematician. A scientist. A magician. A philosopher. A writer. A poet. A messenger.
Where am I?

Have I lost my creative touch? Simply, have I lost all that I had once loved and was passionate about?
Where are my passions?
Where are my great works?

I once was a critical artist...where have I ever ran off to? I miss you, afar. Come back and we'll be great friends. I'm sorry I have lost communication of you, let's meet again and I'll try harder this time.


Goal. Be the critical artist I am. I can do this.