Have you ever met someone who was a sort of martyr for their art? Sure, it’s not to say they sacrificed their lives for it, but do you ever think about how only the conventional forms of art make it to the top of the chart? it’s a standard of conformation. It’s reiteration. I think this is why we take so much pride in loving things that are, for the most part unconventional. We come back to something human when we take to fewer things with a greater depth.
If this is in fact the case, try not to judge an art by the attention it gets from other people, be it yours or otherwise. Meeting conventional standards, and keeping your soul in the process (aka: art) is another art from in itself, and, if you’re just looking for beauty, draw for your friends. Make a blog. Record music from your room. It doesn’t matter what other people think.