You know those moments when you are inspired or otherwise reminded of your own creative purpose, to persist, to imagine, to create? Had one of those moments just then, well, I suppose I am still in that current state. It's a double-edged feeling, so I feel, the- for a lack of a better word -potential, of what you are yet to create, the ideas still swelling about my head, and also the loss of what you haven't done. It's easy, and I know I am guilty of this, to view what progress you make in your art in a linear form; represented as ever as point A (where you are now) to point B (that elusive and unquantifiable 'end' or accomplishment, satisfaction to one's own work). These feelings are always in tension, and I know that they only serve to come at my own frustration or impatience to my work.
I am looking forward to the beginning of the New Year, it's going to be an exciting time and presents itself the perfect opportunity for me to experiment, create more, and solidify these ideas of mine. Again, I must be mindful this anticipation of what I am yet to create does not hinder the product itself, but I feel I will really enjoy the process. Maybe its that very human feeling of time resetting, a cautious optimism, the New Year (not a new resolution! I dont know if I ever had one tbh), that cant help but spark enthusiasm...all I say to myself now is to let it flow. Not to begin (again), but to continue. Perhaps once I clear myself of all the ideas I have conjured this year and still hold at the moment, something greater will be spawned, something less restrictive and I do dare to say it, something me.