Kids build with blocks. The metaphor’s so obvious it’s nearly criticizing me for not enacting the same for more of my life and story’s pages. Quiet in the studio with the occasional skirmish between the six year-old little Kerouac and 2 Ms. Austen.
What will benefit you is just trying, everything, playing, building odd structures not caring if they fall. You just rebuild, you just see what works and what doesn’t. Have the structure, your creation, reach whatever altitude it can. And if it falls, see that as invitation to again mold the visual you need. You learn from a newly constructed structure as well as ruin.
When you discover your abilities in a visual voice, the education reverberates with more loving force.