I sit in my quiet studio, painting.
I am way beyond the thinking, planning, sketching, drawing stages. I am painting. I am in The Zone.
Time stands still. Pain is irrelevant here, although I know that later I will pay the price for this. Outside noises are hushed. Nothing exists here except for brushes, paint and water. I have no hands, I have no eyes,I have no thoughts. I am the brush, I am the paint, I am the water. These things are myself.
I paint. And at some point invention becomes revision. So I sit, revising and revising until...there it is. The Moment of Done.
It is a Mystery. It is beyond talent and training. This is the Gift. Understandng the map of my art. Knowing when to start and knowing when to stop.