A blank canvas is as hostile as it is appealing. It stares back at me daring me to ruin it with my rusty art skills. The fear of failure gnaws at my confidence. Is it better to let my creativity rot because I am scared I will be bad?
Art is chaos, rebellion, and persistence. It’s making something and sticking with it until it becomes something else. Art is about showing up, making a mess, and letting the process humble me.
Failure is a map, not a monster. When I finally embrace the mess, the fear loses it’s power over me.
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