Usually a bit of pressure acts as a decent motivator for me, but for weeks it was quite the opposite of motivation: I was bored with the whole idea. And collaging isn't always the most comfortable process, either, with the modgepodge all sticky and half-dry on your fingers, bits of paper and material floating around everywhere, and continually losing the x-acto knife underneath ripped magazines. Surprise! Another bandaged finger.
I convinced myself that it wasn't worth "the hassle" and as a result, I didn't collage for months.
Until last night, when I told myself to play. Not to create a masterpiece, not to add to any series of work, not to have a huge philosophical reason, not to even finish a collage. Just play. Just get something in motion.
It's something I want to improve.
Half the work is "just getting your butt in the chair." Or, as Picasso said, "Inspiration exists, but it has to find us working."