The more I sit and think about it, the more awesome it gets. Yet, as soon as I put pen to paper, the pain starts.
I start sketching, and .. I dunno, it doesn't look quite right. I keep going and before long I'm holding my head in my hands. What is this ill-formed monstrosity that's emerging on my paper?
This isn't coming out right..
This isn't how I imagined it..
What's going on?
This sucks!
All that's happening is my blundering efforts are doing nothing but failing to live up to my vision. Aaugh!
This can last an uncomfortably long time. Sometimes, I quit.
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The Trough of Creativity
This has happened to me enough times that I noticed, and named it the Trough of Creativity.Things start awesome, then soon degenerate into a wilderness, and feelings of regret that I ever started.
'Trough' - like a low place, with potato peelings. And mold. Not the sort of mode that feels like 'art happening here, man.'
If I persist, however, something interesting happens: a new thing begins to take shape. It doesn't look like my vision, but, I dunno, that bit is sorta neat.
Before too long, I'm happily clucking away, adding detail to something that I'm happy with. Something unexpected. Something real.
This is the trough of creativity - for an illustration, I can get out of the trough in about an hour of steady work. The main problem is that psyching myself up to begin the descent can take weeks!
Visions are Empty Lies
The main problem is that my 'vision' of my project is deceptive. I think that I've got a clear picture in my head of how it's going to look. The more time I spend thinking about it, the clearer that picture gets.. or so I think. All that's left is to draw it, write it, right?What I really have is a clear picture of how awesome it's going to look. How awesome? Really awesome. I can totally imagine myself, looking at the finished artwork, feeling like a million bucks. The figure's stance? Out of this world. My grasp of lighting? Divine!
Just like in dreams - I'm reading a book, but when I wake up, I can't remember what it said. This happens because the book didn't say anything. All the parts of my brain that process language were happily asleep; the part that knows what it feels like to read a book was dreaming.
My daydreams are just the same - exciting, tantalizing, but almost entirely devoid of useful detail.
The worst part is that I can't tell. I think my vision is all worked out but for the doing. This is the ghost's lie.
To Begin, First Kill Your Dream
This is painfully obvious once I start the business of actually creating. I can have a vision of holistic beauty without imagining any actual details. For a real-life piece of art, however, the holistic impressions only come from the parts working together: there need to be parts, or there's no whole!What keeps me from entering the trough is this:
I believe the vision is real, and I don't want to damage it.
I'm scared, because my unconscious knows that as soon as I start, my precious daydream is going to be blown away like a puff of smoke.
And yet, this is the only way to begin.
The Will o' the Wisp
I think the proper use of vision is as motivation. The hunger to create shows up like a will o' wisp; the only thing it's going to do is lead you off the path and into the swamps. But that's as far as it goes.If you want to go any further, you're on your own.
Better keep moving.
