I spend a lot of my time daydreaming about the pictures I have produced and the ones that I have yet to produce. Whilst dreaming I often get a flashing image that is so quick that I cannot describe it in any way, not in colours or form. I ask myself, does the image really exist?
It is not in my imagination, if it were, I would be able to describe it. All I know is that I want to produce it. All I can say, to make sense of this passing image is that it must be my inspiration, the inner force that drives me to be an artist.
Soft pastels and ink on water paper board.
