Doing the body of work I've been wanting to dig into is so satisfying.
For the first time, I'm plunging into a luring pool of unknowing.
No idea of how it will be received, visually and philosophically.
Potential sales are a pure question mark.
The curiosity factor is barely tipping the scales up,
predictably starring opposite fear.
Since I've told fear that I will not be its slave,
curiosity has happily bloomed.
I've finished projects I loved,
only to never see them take off in public.
Back then, I was devastated.
This time, the yearning to run straight
into a blurry wall is undeniable.
There is no choice, yet I don't feel I have to.
I just want to.
I just want to.
It's already been set in motion in my subconscious.
And that is a great place to be born.
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