If there’s one thing any artist or writer will tell you, it’s that there is nothing more terrifying than a blank page. The potential for ideas is phenomenal. A blank page can be literally anything. There is power in shaping it’s structure. But will it be a great creation or something best confined to the rubbish bin?
If you have an idea, it’s fine. But when the dreaded block appears, abject terror sets in! What shall I do? Should I experiment with something new or work on a carefully crafted creation? You can think of nothing, zip, nothing, nada!
Now, as I’ve mentioned before, imagine starting a new sketchbook, a really nice one. The feeling is multiplied. It’s not just fear it’s fear cubed! The first page is always the worst! Psychologically there’s a desire for perfection. First impressions are everything after all!
So it was yesterday I was presented with this!
I had an idea!…
No, it wasn’t right!
I had another idea!…
Not enough time! Or was there?
Finally I just picked up a pen and drew what was outside the window, this was the result! I had to work fast. It was already after sunset.
So the book is started! Only another 79 pages to go!
Is there a more scary point than starting a new sketchbook?
Perhaps finishing? But more of that tomorrow!