I am afraid. Creative work makes me afraid.
I am afraid that people will judge my work unfavourably and judge me for thinking I am any good as an artist. Because I am afraid I am not.
I am afraid that people won’t judge my work at all. That they just won’t care. That my creative efforts will echo in a void of indifference.
I am afraid of liking my work. What does it matter if I like it? That means nothing.
I am afraid of not liking my work. If I don’t like it, how can I expect other people to like it?
I am afraid of not knowing if I like my work. How can I tell if I like it? I’m biased.
I am afraid that I will reveal too much of myself, and judgement of my work becomes judgement of me.
I am afraid of revealing too little of myself, so that my work is meaningless.
I am afraid that I have got it wrong, and it’s obvious from my work.
I am afraid to fail. Whatever that means.
I am afraid of not creating. But my fear stops me.