I go out of my way to places where there’s nothing, like a parking lot or a basement. I challenge myself by seeing how much time it takes to be fascinated by something, by some detail, by some light, by some shadow. It’s a game.
Even when you can’t talk, the expectation is that you voice it. And if you don’t, what does that mean? That you don’t care? That you don’t love them enough? I reject that notion.
I make a mental note that it’s important for artists to live in big, bustling cities. This way, they are constantly reminded of what they are up against.