The artistic endeavour can actually wholeheartedly be what it is, it can meander and roam. It can in fact act advantageous and none too progressive at the same time. You might feel lost in these certain moments of creativity. Let it be there. Let it take hold of you whenever it does choose. Because it will choose to yet again. Has been doing long enough now for you to utterly trust in the whole wide-eyed process. It’s exciting, no doubt about it. It’s rather automatic and even involuntary and it’s totally a part of you. It’s art for the sake of feeling entirely in the moment with the art, etc. Everything can feel like a brand new and improvised approach to the creative process. It’s a process which is taking place in you right now, all of the time, actually. It’s… scribbles and it’s watching moments meander and wish to be pushed and pulled furthermore toward the page. Own it, as you have always done and for all of these years now