Impregnated by a nagging for knowledge, a longing. It builds, grows, develops form and function, becomes more complex in its DNA. It begins to feel complete. The birth: exciting, painful, cathartic, joyous. Yet only to discover it has changed. In the process of being born, it became something else. And now I begin again on the path of discovery.
My inner truth is quite possibly as organic and changing as all of creation.
There are no plans, only guesses. This is what is is to be creative; being in the guesswork, allowing the process to unfold the final product. The process is never truly final as no one will ever look at your creative piece the same. Our personal experience changes from moment to moment therefore altering our perception from moment to moment. Art evolves as we evolve.