Or, do I know what I want the painting to look like, before I begin? Sometimes. In those cases, I plan and draw and mix with a plan, step-by-step proceeding toward what I saw in my imagination. I measure my success with the piece, by whether or not it was fun to do and matches my original thoughts. Those paintings are rarely my favorites. I treasure those that are much more spontaneous. They seem to surprise me as they appear. I do take credit for them, but they come from a place in me that I guess, I know less about. A place I have more confidence and am able to work without the chatter and judgment in my regular mind. I guess that is reason enough to want to do art, to reconnect with that space on a regular basis, maybe bring that thinking into the rest of my life?
There’s a worthy goal.