From a blank canvas...
There was a time, many years ago, when the thought of an empty canvas was a frightening thing. After over 500 works in less than three years, ripping open the packaging for a new canvas has become like brushing my teeth. Any fear I had as a younger person about starting a new artwork has disappeared by doing it over and over and over again.
This part of my life is about creating something from nothing. A blank white canvas becomes a person, an animal, a scene, a study; it becomes something completely handcrafted and one of a kind. The fear I felt at the beginning of a project in the past, I now feel in the middle of the process, when the work has not "crossed over" from a sick looking mess to an inkling of something you might recognize. There is a spot in every project when the subject emerges from the canvas. Before that point, it can be very frustrating and stressful. After that point, it is just a matter of doing the work to bring the piece to completion.
I have a very difficult time leaving any project for the day before the point of crossing over. In fact, there are probably only a handful of times when I've done that: gone to sleep with a project being an utter mess. It's just not a good feeling.
As an example, I have three different pieces in progress right now: two commissions and one painting of Walt Disney. All three works have definitely crossed over; all they require are the hours of work required to get them done.
I have become more patient with projects in recent months. If I feel like I need a break, I take one. If I feel like I need to interject with a project just for me, I do. Responding to my creative impulses keeps me energized and helps me do a better job on some of the more difficult commission projects.
Every day, I get to turn a blank white canvas into something colourful. It is an honour that I treasure and a passion to which I am deeply committed. I'm slowly getting better.