The Blank Canvas
For me, the hardest moment is always the blank canvas. The white sheet of paper. The empty window on the computer screen.
It is the moment when all is possible if only you can commit to a direction. The moment the pen touches the page, the first splash of paint, the first strike of a key, and your path is set. There’s no turning back save for a complete abortion of the creation.
But even if the path ends in a crumpled ball in the waste paper basket, or an utter annhiallation by way of ‘ctrl-a del’, there is still a certain finality in the attempt to give form to thought. A certain responsibility one feels for the work, whether it sees the light of day or not.
But the canvas can’t stay blank forever. Time to make a mark and see where things will go.
