I clear my mind of distractions that can’t work toward the painting in some way.
I consider the mood I want to achieve.
I start painting.
Perhaps the first decision is a color, shape, line, or space decision; a simple notion barely grasped that can work toward the mood.
Then, I respond, respond, respond. Intuitively, I get involved in the painting’s life outside of myself. It gets out of hand a bit. I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing but that’s the hell and the joy.
I surprise myself. I go against myself. I go with myself.
I sit, I sit, I sit.
I finish the painting.