“Kafka, talking about the process of writing, wrote that there was no reason to leave one’s desk: that if you sit there long enough, the world “will writhe before you”. Work often springs from a kind of creative emptiness, and frequently involves a lot of footling around, doing nothing and waiting – for an idea, for frustration to goad you into action, for some small shift in the atmosphere or for the light that sets the mind free. Ask any writer how much time is spent staring at the wall, looking out of the window, arse-scratching and prevaricating. A lot of visual art – and of writing and perhaps music, too – reflects on this, and even uses it as the basis of a work itself.”
— Rachel Whiteread: Through the eyes of a child, Adrian Searle.