It's always so difficult to start a blog... much in the same way as it is to create an image, or any work of art, really.

You've got that blank page stretched out before you, with all its freedom and possibilities.. and you're the one that has to decide its direction, you're the one who ultimately is imprinting the ideas onto it. Wherever you go, it goes... whatever identity you give it, is what, or who it becomes. Sketching that first line, typing those first words...and what if you're wrong? What if that once-white, pristine ideascape goes to waste?

Well... there's no going back.

No going back, because despite the inherently daunting responsibility of directing such a creation, is there anything sadder than a blank page? Anything more desolate than a yellowed piece of paper tainted only by wasted potential?

And that's what this is really all about, isn't it, this art school stuff... Harnessing that rarely occuring phenomenon that is creativity, and putting it to use? Not just letting our ideas waste away in our heads, with a blank paper trail in our wake...

Now's the time to give them life, isn't it? We've been given this terrific opportunity... the opportunity to unleash those ideas that would otherwise wither with age, with indifference, obligations or overly busy circumstance...

We've been offered this enormous blank page, the dimensions of which cannot even be measured... boundless and shining with possibility. I'll respect it, yes. I'll be thoughtful and careful... but I'll be damned if I let it go to waste. Now's the time to really start working it out... to really take the plunge. Now's the time to get my hands dirty...

Because really, is there anything sadder than a blank page?