Artistic paralysis is definitely a thing. Call it whatever you want. A dry spell. Writers block. Lack of inspiration.
I’ve been pondering a few big projects and there has been hesitation to get started. It has nothing to do with my sense of ability or skill, nor does it have much to do with the ideas. It has mostly to do with the sense of momentum.
Momentum, in that it sometimes feels like the start defines the whole.
The first stroke defines the painting. The first paragraph defines the story.
This idea is paralysing.
And rationally I should know better, but art and rationality are strange bedfellows.