To me, a blank piece of paper is just a blank piece of paper. At least, that's what I thought until I started sketching.
As a writer of many years, it's been a long time since a blank piece of paper intimidated me. In fact, I find it inviting to have a clean slate in front of me. Yes, in my writing world, a blank piece of paper means a new article or a new story. I'm used to happily filling up the page with words
But, a blank piece of paper takes on new meaning and stirs up great anxiety when my task is to fill it with sketches. Yikes.
I have been doodling all my life, but it wasn't until recently that I decided to take some classes and see if I can't turn some of those doodles into drawings. Now when I am faced with a blank piece of paper, I panic.... My palms sweat and I have to talk myself into putting the pencil anywhere close to the paper. I wonder if I felt that way when I first started writing. I can't remember.
Thinking that practice will make perfect, I've started taking every opportunity to sketch what's before me. I must admit that the more I do it, the easier it has become. Note that I said "easier" not "easy."
It'll be quite a while before I look at a blank piece of art paper in the same easy manner as I look at a blank page in my journal or a blank screen before starting a new story. Real panic will set in however if I ever decide to show my work to others... Can't imagine doing that on any large scale.