Iteration is freedom in practice.
You make a guess, test it, read the consequence, adjust, repeat.
"Stuck" is like weather, not like geography. It clears when you move. Fear shrinks your map to a few brittle options, iteration opens new routes by asking better questions of reality.
In the studio and in life, each draft is an experiment, the result is data. This is Popperian epistemology made practical, conjecture tested by correction in daily life.
All knowledge (including taste) grows by trying and improving, not by waiting for certainty. Call the jolt in your chest excitement, the same circuitry fires for fear and for adventure, then step into the bigger room.
Safety does not live in stagnation, stillness rusts. Safety lives in error correction, where consequences become feedback and feedback becomes momentum.
Change the light, reframe the shot, rewrite the brief, renegotiate the belief. Ten versions, then ten more, then twenty more.
Clarity, craft, and character emerge this way, never from perfect planning, but from steady, improving moves.
Conjecture first, correction always.