I have a confession…
I watch myself fall madly in love with each new artwork I create.
Even the ugly ducklings.
It’s always been this way.
In the moment, when pen and pencil or brush and paint, are doing their mindless abandoned thing… its pure joy tearing through my veins whilst the finished creation is delighted in and loved like a new-born child. Carefully placed where my gaze can intermittently check, re-check, and greet the new one.
It’s a curiosity because I’m not saying every piece of artwork I produce IS fantastic, however the experiencing is.
The conclusion I’ve come to is the creative expression springs forth from the Truth of who I am, the Love that we all are, and thus creates this wonderous mad alive loving experiencing. 🙂
Mx
