It’s the bit that takes place inside my own head that is the most detailed, convoluted, interesting part of the way in which I make art. A stream of consciousness type of feeling, that can last minutes, hours, days, months and even years, before spilling out in the form of a finished piece of art.
I’ve previously tried to explain the way in which I conceptualise a painting, but nothing can illustrate the exact way my brain takes in experiences, thoughts and feelings, then mashes them together and creates an idea that I must express in paint.
It’s a wonderful feeling as well as being intensely frustrating when I know what I want to make but it won’t MAKE. Do you know what I mean?

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