There is a sensual quality in art, in the process of doing it, and in the process of thinking about it. It is this tie-in between the internal world and the external world – the perceived, and the produced. For me, this is a very critical part of anything I do which is creative – it is akin to falling in love – it is emotive, sexy, exhilarating, dangerous. It is an altogether sensual experience, not just as in sexy, but in that all of my being melds together in the process of creating. Today, I felt that in working with pictures I have taken – this means, a part of me “gets it” – and a part of me is now mastering something, a part of me can think about what I want to do, and move toward that vision. While a keyboard may not produce the same tactile pleasure a brush and paint and ink and paper produce, there is color – always, always color. Or a lack of color. There is shape. There is contrast. There is mood. This is love, this is being, this is emotion, this is spirit.
Ink, Yarn & Beer 