The blank page.
The lump of clay.
The empty canvas.
The silent instrument.
All nothing without a human being to inspire them.
The man or woman who comes to them just as empty feels fraught with the uncertainty.
But the child who approaches it.
The child plays. The child doesn’t see serious art being made, no, the child sees serious play.
That is how we should be with all good endeavors.
When we set out to make something new. We are setting out to make a new game with new rules. New winners, new losers, and new fans.
Side note: New doesn’t mean original.