The more I make the more I become myself. And the more I become myself, the more natural tapping into inspiration becomes. And, ironically, I feel that personal evolution leading me back to my childlike disposition: finger painting glittery fish on recycling bin cardboard before breakfast and gluing up balsa wood biplanes by the afternoon. No gallery or show in mind for the fruits of my toil. No adherence to a ‘recognizable style’. I didn’t even know I was making ‘art’. It was how I spent my day. The fish I painted and the portraits I drew with crayon rode waves of inspiration like an expert surfer - fully surrendered to the whim of the current. No thoughts of bending an idea into a ‘trendier’ or ‘cooler’ direction.

And creating is becoming as easy to me now as it was then.