Turning up the quiet and wading in the uncomfortable, like the deep breath before a prayer.
Honing in, weeding out. Shutting out, at least temporarily, the influence of the world and Pinterest and other photographers in order to figure out what it means to create out of pure inspiration.
To make something out of God's abundance in me, rather than my lack. Because when I create in order to be just like someone else, there will only be a sense of lack.
Who am I, as an artist? What resonates with me, what has me scribbling ideas on the back of a Starbucks receipt at a stop light?
How do I become more, well, me?