i try to push the limit, do things in a different way, a better way (is there a better way?).
it’s not comfortable. it’s the opposite of that. i want to quit. this piece might not make sense when i’m done with it, i keep thinking, but then again, neither does the creative process.
not only do we not feel safe, we’re told we’re not safe by people around us who say, “get a real job” or “does it make money?” we dance along the edge, as if there’s some real danger to it. maybe there is: the danger of not creating it at all. for me, that fear is so much 