Imagine you're a wildlife photographer. You're stalking a rare, brightly plumaged bird through the undergrowth. You lie in the grass for hours, centipedes and large spiders crawling all over your face and neck. Then when your body is stiff and aching, sun baked and drenched in sweat, the bird alights on a log with a fish in its mouth, and the sun is glimmering delightfully from the scales—you squeeze the shutter and success is yours.
Now imagine yourself instead in a vast empty film studio. It's bare. Everything is lit in the same uniform, bright, diffused, boring light. There's nothing to photograph except a skip full of ply-wood and canvas sheets. You'll have to make up your own scene. Go for it!