I love the surprises that art , the act of creating, unfolds. I never know where or what I will end up with.
Well that's not exactly true, I always have a vision of something in mind, but with all the twists and turns I take in a piece of art, I am always surprised in the end.
It's really like Christmas in the end.
It so reminds me of this bud. You have no idea a lot of times what will unfold.
THAT is the wonder, that's why I paint, that's why I draw, that's why I create. I rely strictly on instinct. I cannot talk about why I put a mark here or there. After creating art for so long it is inside me. It is a feeling, an instict, a lesson from another life, a class on composition. Artists get to a place that is unexplainable, it's good to be there, and feels like home. It's comfortable, but always a challenge, there is always a puzzle there waiting for your instincts to come into play.
I'm so glad I am an artist, I don't know what else I would be....it's in my DNA.