Sometimes the ability to create subsides. Sometimes the hand fails to move, the brush holds no ink, the lens remains shut and the keys remain untouched. All the skill and command of the familiar fades faintly, folding quietly into the background. As a designer, these moments are madness. They are emptiness and dryness. But in these moments, pride is checked. I realize that I can create because of an image I bear – it was never me. In the empty, dry, void space I can be full, saturated, and present in the presence of the one who presents me with the presence of mind to present the world with something beautiful.

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