I know I'm not the only one that deals with blank page anxiety. You know, that gross feeling that crawls into your stomach when faced with a blank page / new canvas / untouched sketchbook. That extra layer of anxiety that creeps in and hangs out with all of the other fears and doubts that one generally deals with when making art.
But recently, I (totally accidentally) found a solution. I had just finished painting some things that I just wasn't into. They weren't "bad", but they felt stale and I didn't feel the buzz that I'm used to when I accomplish something of which I'm proud.
So when I came across some watercolor paper that I had used and disguarded for another project, I just used it.
"It's not like I'm going to love whatever I make so it's not like this paper matters.
In fact, since I'm feeling terribly mediocre right now, I may as well try something different."
And that's just what I did - something totally different. No restraints. No stupid fears. No silly anxiety. I just painted.
I loved it. I loved the use of color. I loved the style. I loved the process. I loved where I could grow with it. So I finished another three immediately and have another four in process. This, ladies and gents, is a very good sign.