I like my art. I love the feeling I get when my creation reflects and speaks back to me that which I need to hear. It is mysterious and wondrous and words have little place in the process. It is fuel for me to see myself reformed on paper or on canvas and I keep going.
It seems sometimes that I am the main appreciator of my art which could create despondency if I let it.
Instead I continue the magic by breathing life into them and the favour is always returned