I can sit at this desk,in this tiny room,and make up a really vivid tale of why I love what I do. But that would be just inane! It wouldn’t take much to get me started, but I want to be truthful about the whole thing. To begin to color a page takes time and thought, just to get an idea I may have had a month ago come to life. The materials are there, and all I have to do is sit, and get to scribbling. But if my scribbles are not in tune with the colors,.. that are in my thoughts then what I have to express would not come out exactly as I may have planned. And by then the frustration sets in,and the paper crumbled. So do I allow my art to determine the colors,or let the colors determine my art? Let me begin again,because there is creativity wanting to be released,and a masterpiece wrought. That Aha! moment and voila! An actual production of my inner self traced,drawn,and/or sketched on paper,or canvass. Nothing special or exclusive,but nice.Heck, it was just a circle with two eyes a mouth,a little color! No real effort after such a start.Either way,it still has character,and lots of personality. And that’s what makes my art so colorful!