Something unique happens when I work on a painting late at night, my favorite time slot for creative work. At that time, there are no phone calls, the work that relates to my day job is cleared off my desk, I have no errands to run, no TV voices or radioed music is filling the house, and I can think clearly and with purpose about the artwork facing me.
Because my weekdays are full of activities with other people, which I love for their interaction with others, e.g. the classes I teach and the drawing and painting sessions in which I participate for my own fulfillment, I am hungry for time alone to explore what goes on in my head creatively and even spiritually.
Last night I was involved in setting up and drawing a still-life. I don't know if I can convey the sense I had, as I drew, of functioning in another zone, where all that exists is me and the art at hand. Since I included items that intrinsically have beautiful shapes, and then combined them in a way that they would also envelope beautiful and graceful negative spaces between and around them, I was then, as I settled into the drawing, mesmerized by a search for the lines
that would put it all on paper.
I couldn't stop, so immersed was I in their movement, and the sense of depth on my page. I was carried along in this process by the visitation of a "muse", who kept me designing until approximately 2 am. I couldn't pull away, as I was having an amazing time in a place that felt "just right".
The drawing remains unfinished, and I plan to revisit it tonight, so I can get to the degree of finish that calls for me to paint the image with watercolor.