That's what I think when I sit down to begin.
A clean slate.
A white canvas.
An empty page.
A blank document.
My art always begins with empty space. Not nothing at all, simply nothing tangible. There is far too much (hastily tucked or gently packed) in my head for there to be any space to begin with something that's not mine.
And, the fact of the matter is that had it not begun completely cleanly every time, I would never have begun at all.
What I mean to say is that I'm scared. That's all.
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