My Process

Sometimes I read my attempts at poetry and think: "Wow!! That's almost decent."

Other times I think: "That's horrible. Keep trying."

I keep most things, little notes scattered around. Completed attempts (maybe) and single lines .... because you never know how it will feel in the future. If other ideas, thoughts and words will suddenly emerge or if it will become part of a different effort.

I find the process of creating images through words, to be very difficult.

I'm certainly not a natural. I fuss and fret.

Though I am passionate and borderline relentless about it.

I find freedom in not having to explain what I create.

I read somewhere that it's not important what anyone else thinks about your efforts ..... but just that you create something. Anything. 

That's what I'm trying to do.

I can't paint. I can't carry a tune. But I do have thousands of words and thoughts running through my head every day from memories, experiences or of just the present moment.

I feel the need to get it out. To tell someone!!

I love that I can be as abstract as I want to be. 

I'm always watching the sky. Few things catch and dominate my attention like the combination of the sun and clouds. And each image .... every second, is changing and unique. I'm fascinated by time and the thought that the instant I just captured, was here, is now gone and will never be seen or experienced again.