
Every time I sit at my studio table, stare at a blank canvas or page in an art journal, I feel the dark, dank tendrils of fear slithering up my spine. They scurry throughout the dendrites of my brain, plump with their insidiously sour whisperings about why I must stop. Now. Before I prove my worst fear true: I am inadequateto the task.
And every time I put paint brush to canvas or word to print or complete any task I set out to do fearing I canโt, I beat back fear.
Painting has taught me, I must feel the fear. See. it. Acknowledge it even. And then, I must transform it through taking action.
It doesnโt matter if the action leads to a โmasterpieceโ. What matters is, I stepped into the fray, faced my fears and forgedโฆ
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