The consistency of the paint. Showing up and doing it, again and again, is not a magic trick. It’s a routine.
It’s the challenge of no challenge – the rawness of pure practice. The result rarely smothers in success. The only guarantee is stressed eyes, heart, face oil, and a dirty shirt.
But there is a deep sense of fulfillment in doing the work. The true artist needs no spiritual get-up, motivated by the retention of a daily workout.
The law of effort gives you whatever it is you’re working on. The craft is a source of happiness and pure tiredness. It also stops you from second-guessing yourself.