It is daunting to start a new ‘thing’, be it a white page, a white canvas, a new chair. And the most daunting is a deadline. Even the word ‘dead’ and ‘line’ has that ultimative sems and somehow it gives me that feel of an ever present Damocles sword over my head.
But instantly I remeber Duffy Duck’s adventure with the golden eggs mafia, you know, Mafia guys wanting him to lay the golden egg, and him demanding ultimate luxury conditions in order to ‘produce’ the so wanted egg. In the end the gun stuck against his head does the job,and Duffy Duck lays the precious golden egg. Hence ‘you never know what you can do until you have a gun pointing at you’.
So somehow pressure seems to be the ultimate trigger for ‘golden’ creation. Do we all have this capacity to produce what it is required or is just a one off thing. I know it can be about me opening to the universe and universe responding back to me with the infinite knowledge so it will make everything easy and peachy but the reality is as human it is very hard to push away all the emotions, the daily chores, the face that looks back at you from some merciless mirror. And laziness is as necessary as the pressure. Striking the right ballance seems to be the tricky bit.
Today I just had the urge to destroy every single bit of drawing or painting or doodling that might be the basis of some object in the future.
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