Painting is the very first thing in which I remember having endless imagination and very little fear. I like the final result- but not as much as I love the PROCESS. It sounds much more whimsical than it is- it’s actually very messy and gritty, but in the end it ties up loose, hanging wires of thought.
One upside of moving back here to the land of creatives is that right along with the rest of the change, I came out of hiding as an artist- and fully embraced the risk-taking that is sharing my art with other humans. I have a always painted, but I've never shared it with people unless they saw one of my pieces hanging in my home, and even then- I downplayed it.