The master paused to wipe his heavy brow...

The interim stages of any project, the 'Great Swampy Middle', if you like, is fraught with pitfalls, dead falls, grace-falls, pratfalls and every other fall you (or I) can think of. You want, as an artist bringing an ephemeral, beautiful idea to life, to breath life into your vision, manifest it into this world in all it's wondrous glory.

I am not an artist. I just want to paint a damn chair. But sadly, I too have a vision, after all my efforts in trying to avoid it, and I am starting to care about my stupid green chair.

This isn't what I signed up for. I'm not supposed to care about the stupid chair, I'm not supposed to see these grand visions of what the chair could be, adorned with color and style and grace.

I'm not supposed to still like it with the added pressure of giving a damn...

Lord help me, but I do...

Benticore
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