A very long thread of ideas saturates my brain,
Winding up, over, around and through every pathway -
Filling my cells and coursing wildly through my veins,
Searching, gathering, discovering,
Wanting the dreams to become tactile...
Then the ideas burst forth from my mind,
Pouring words onto papers,
Sending my hands scouring through fabrics and textures,
Or pulling a canvas from the shelf
Filling my senses with the rich scent of
Torn papers, acrylics and semi-gloss mediums...
Finally all the self-collaboration comes together
and as if by magic a new piece of art is born.