Little droplets of paint spread across my brush. Little ideas of something to create spreading through every stroke that I make. Motivation coming from the spur of the moment, or an idea long coming. Something is always created, something colorful or with just a small touch of myself within it. The sky and landscapes real only in my mind. Sketches of animals and plants coming to colorful life with paint. The colors and designs possible are surreal. The possibilities ending at the limit of your imagination. 

Even without experience, even without learning the special tricks. I find myself able to create what I wish. Different layers of paint coat the paper. Stacking atop each other to create dimension. Diluted paints forming a sheen, a vail of thin color, just barely there but still notable. Practice and experimentation, idea after idea. It all leads to the wonderful feeling of being able to paint what comes to mind. From jellyfish, to mushrooms, to the night sky to birds. I find it all possible, and enthralling to partake. Practice and dedication eventually allowing you to paint the things you see ahead. With a spark, a spark of inspiration and life to create. 

So I continue to learn. So that one day my little drops of paint can create the scenery ahead with detail and precision. Something more alive and heartfelt than a simple photograph. My own colors forming what is happening ahead. My time well spent in a work I love.