There are these moments when you aren't comparing yourself to anyone else. When art just moves through you without hindrance. When everything is quiet and your work is enough even if you are the only one who sees it. These are the moments that make me want to create. And when I see that art that seems to have had little to do with me, I want to share. I had no plans to create, to be an artist, to share my work with strangers. And yet there seems no other existence I could have. Not since spending those moments with myself.
I've joked that I should only create with scraps of paper and left over paint because that is when the art truly comes to life. I think it's because I am no longer trying to make something, I just don't want to waste the last of the paint. Knowing that, I'm working on having less expectations when I go into the studio.
The only thing I know for sure is that there is more in me. That I'm only at the very beginning of this road. And that there is a lot of work ahead so I better get to it!