Although I suppose there are exceptions, as seems to be the case with the painter Agnes Martin, who I remember hearing say once, in an interview from her later years, something to the effect that, until a vision of what she should paint would come to her in its entirety, within her mind’s eye, she would sit in her studio, or before a blank canvas, and wait there, and not do anything, not even take up a paintbrush. Meaning, I guess, that she did not discover the work through the act of the work, as much as receive it in a kind of waking dream, and then render it. Which, in any case, is also different than merely expressing something that one wishes to give expression to. That is how art becomes pedestrian, or rote.