3/5/26

It's 10:27am now.

I think going to Pinterest for "inspiration"
is stunting my art practice. It was always my
first stop before planning a project. A spring
where beautiful images endlessly flow, I spend
hours collecting whatever I can. Anticipation
grows as I gaze at my harvest. "If only I
can emulate the brilliance of these images,
then I'll finally make something beautiful."
But emulate is all I do. What was meant to
be a starting point becomes the end goal. I
always wind up creating inferior patchwork
imitations, all while the fear of
plagiarism looms at the back of my mind.

Recently, I've adopted an "offline" approach
to planning. All I have are the painfully
familiar - the books I've read multiple times,
the mundane objects I barely notice, and, 
of course, me. The process was surprisingly
smooth and quick. I wasn't constantly delayed 
by doubt because I couldn't measure up to some
other work. Turns out creativity truly is 
born from constraints.

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