When I was younger I used to hang so much energy on every drawing, every snippet of writing. I produced so little that my ego was crushed if any piece didnt work or, heaven forbid i got a bad critique. About 10 years ago I did. 3 month Artist Way adventure and that was so eye opening. I started to learn that the Muse isn't as elusive as I thought. I found that I I opened my heart to creating and just did the work of sitting to practice daily, art comes.
That doesn't mean I am consistent at it. It still feels like the well runs dry at times and at others, I just can't stop. It is as of I will die if I don't get something creative produced at those times. And I still fear, when I'm in these frenzies that it will just stop. I have to find faith--that if I just open my heart, it will continue.
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