There’s nothing you can know that isn’t known
The blinking cursor, the blank page, the empty stage, the new canvas.
For an artist, this can both be the most intimidating and most freeing symbol of their existance. It signals every ounce of their being and the outlet of their creative soul.
Depending on the tide of inspiration, it can crush you with its girth or bound you within its restrictive barriers. It can be too much, or not enough.
But each is a new challenge, a new battle, a new kingdom to conquer.
It’s now 2007, the next masterpiece begins. Time to dip the quill, grasp the pallette and find my light.
I once read that artists are continuously trying to perfect things in their art, because it never happens in life. In the case of this journal, the perfection in the writing is the imperfections of life.