There are times when you reach a certain “place” in your heart and mind. It’s the perfect place for that painting, that moment, that flick of your wrist as you lay down colour and texture. Your environment is perfect, your subject is perfect… you are perfect. Every artist knows this moment, strives for this moment, and can achieve this moment: but only for a second or two. Then it’s gone. And you work, you build up your energy, you work the colours and textures until there is another perfect moment. Each time this perfection happens, you are fully open to the world. Your heart is open, your mind, your spirit, your body. And then it closes, until the next time it cracks open.