The creative mind. A stage under construction, a theater about to be performed. The subjects still need to find their character, learn their lines. Not only do they need to speak them, but they need to feel them, portray them believably. Their point of perfection is that there seems no difference felt between pretending and the actual emotion. The artist stands there, wanting to start the idea. But now they have to put the pieces together. They can build endlessly. But every piece might be replaced by something else different. The initial stage is not sure to survive at all, or that there is even a trace left of it in the final performance. But that initial stage is essential to that final piece. It is the foundation of how the artwork will be known. It is a crucial moment. And at times, it comes easily. The energy of the creative mind just flows. And then, it stops. Or so we think. The artist knows that without their movements, their flow, everything stops. And it is up to them to keep that creativity cycling. And for that, they stand in front of that void. That nothingness, that is not alive unless they touch it. For some, the blank canvas is empty. It‘s a void. For others, it‘s an unfinished chaos, with pieces that need to be put together. Everything in its place.