The rush of fear, excitement and tension; it takes control of you like it’s a disease. All at once you’re frozen in a mash of emotion. Is it good enough? Will it succeed? Are you producing flat white, both positive and negative? You’re stuck.
Views around show happy faces in their own aura of creativity, from pillar to post and the floor to ceiling windows; they’re drinking in the light from Gods eyes, their doubt hidden deep inside their presence. You’re stuck.
Wondering if masses will mass and take in the visual liquid gold on walls, tables and floor tiles or will it descend into the gutter amongst other pass failures. You’re stuck.