Thinking too much

Sometimes I think my brain gets in the way of my creative process. I always think there has to be meaning in every little detail. I wear myself out sometimes before I even get started. Lately, I have just been creating for the sake of creating and it seems to be working. Part of me goes in to every piece whether I think about it or not. Colors that I love. Shapes that I like. When I'm done if I enjoy looking at it then that's all the meaning I need.

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