Have you ever had one of those days when everything just worked? You were in the creative flow, ideas came easy and conversations were effortless? And then somehow you woke up the next morning and it was like the entire Universe spent the night plotting against you?
The past few days were like that in my studio.
Getting into the creative flow always feels like a magical vortex opens and sucks me into a beautiful, totally focused alternate reality. It’s one of the greatest feelings being an artist, but it can also happen doing anything, anywhere. So why is it so finicky?