The residue of your efforts will inspire as much as the work itself.
Sometimes it’s an exhausted sigh after long labor that impacts more than the creation itself.
I’ve met artists whose paint-spackled shoes fascinate me more than the art on the easel.
Your work isn’t meant for everyone.
Sometimes impact comes from unintentional spillover effects. Your life and the way it is lived is the effect. Or the hushed power surrounding you when your work is done for the day . . . that could be the effect. Maybe it’s the way you laugh easily because you are doing what you are calling yourself to do . . .
You are the effect of the work you do.