I am a left-brained artist.
Not overly creative. Most of my "ideas" are just improvements and changes to existing ideas.
Not overly imaginative. Most of my "creations" must conform to a preset structure and organisation of systems.
Not overly confident. Most of my "motivation" is derived from the approval and recognition of others.
When there is not a preexisting idea; when there is not a system already in place; when there are no others, I falter. To state that since I know the cause(s) of my failures I should be able to anticipate, control, and counter them. I try.
An "Ah ha" moment drives a thunderbolt of ambition towards an ultimate end. Then an artist's expectations to reach some semblance of perfection erects obstacles. Without the foresight of such barriers I am left reeling from the collision of ideological race versus perfectionist barricade.
My writing is mediocre. My drawings are well enough. My story will be told, as soon as the real world permits me the opportunity.
For now: I will dream. I will imagine. I will believe.
