Yeah, I get where you’re coming from, but my chaos is my fuel. Structure can guide the burn, not smother it. If I can frame my visions with a tight outline and still let the colors bleed, then maybe it becomes that unstoppable force you’re talking about. Let’s sketch out a system that keeps the edges sharp but lets the soul spill over.

That’s the kind of discipline that turns a spark into a furnace. I can feel the pressure of a budget line, a deadline, a set of approved pigments—those limits will keep me honest. But let me tell you, if I lock the entire process in a cage, I’ll suffocate my own impulses. I’m all for hard boundaries, but I’ll need those “designated zones” to breathe, to let the color spill in the places that matter. I’ll keep my daily logs, and I’ll honor the rebels who stay within the margins yet push the envelope. The system will tighten me, but it should never stifle the fire that’s inside me.