"Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up". - Pearl Buck
I haven't been very creative lately- too much going on. But endless creations sit there inside my mind and simmer on the back burner. This little digitally enhanced picture began as a desperate sketch in my journal on a crowded lap table in an airplane - dipping my travel brush in a plastic cup of water that was traded out for my own need to drink in that thirsty environment. I was more thirsty for my mind to spill a new creation, for wet paint and juicy surprises from my hand to the paper. Something had to be made that day-it didn't matter about quality or substance. It didn't matter about success or failure. All that mattered was: I must create. Do you ever get that incredible urge - that overcomes your need to eat, drink, or even take time to go to the bathroom? I simply couldn't let another hour pass without visiting in my journal- the place where I live all alone and renew that spring in me. And it was a good trade - my water for a watercolor experience. Somehow, in the end, I was even more satisfied......at least until I get thirsty to create again.