After watching Elizabeth Gilbert's lecture I've become more and more aware of my own creativity and inspiration. Around 9:30 the other night after painting for an hour or so, a wave of energy entered through my hand and exited through a palette knife with paint over the sky of my painting. There really are no words to describe it when things are going right and no thought is needed. It is an effortless motion in a true moment. At 1:45 am I looked up at the clock in amazement, hours had gone by which had only felt like minutes and a tremendous amount of thick patterned paint enveloped my painting. Maybe my muse or genius stopped by for an after dinner visit, and it was wonderful.
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