The canvas becomes a stage for my deepest questions and doubt, my ego with all its fears and compelling highs, my strongest beliefs and the voice of my heart.
Only from the unwritten can creativity emerge. Each artist must solve this problem in there own way. I can only continue my choosen path, of the untaimed and self proclaimed, keep carrying my doubts and the faint whispers from my heart and let it play out on this white surface, see where it lead. There is no point saying to a bucket: stop being a bucket or a mountain, stop being a mountain. We can only keep doing what we do. If we are buckets or mountains, only time can tell.