Sometimes happiness is nothing more complicated than watching one color fold into another.
Field Notes
I love paint before it has to become anything. The ribbons, swirls, accidental mixtures, and the way one color flows into the next make me happy simply to look at.
Making art does not always have to begin with an idea or end with a finished object. Sometimes the entire pleasure is in pouring, mixing, moving color around, and watching the material behave.