Imagine pencil or paint moving freely across a white sheet of paper.
Expressive and free like a freestyle Olympic skier. Light and confident beyond measure. There is no sense of wrong or right or judgement.
You must have felt that kind of freedom at list once in your life.
Back then your tool felt like a magic wand, conjuring up anything you could imagine, or sometimes you create something before even knowing what it is. Call it art when you can’t figure out what else to call it.
Can we draw like that ever again?
Especially after we’ve learned to draw properly, or have started to compare our works to our imagined expectations of an imagined audience.
What if, as difficult as it is to believe, people want what you have, your special magic.
Your joy expressed.