=mental confetti=

I find myself hesitating over a picture or a text and thinking "oh if I do that I might ruin it." Then I laugh at myself. Ruin it? How? For who? For what? A museum wall it'll never be hung on? A patron or publisher I don't have and am not looking for? An audience that's non-existent? Asking these questions—instant liberation! There's no way I can "ruin" anything. What a joy it is to be of no consequence, to be unseen, ignored, free of the fascism of the expectations of others, the desire to please them, the fear of their disapproval. With that in mind, I slash the brush over the canvas; I add a line that suddenly and unpredictably diverges from the unity of the whole. And I follow my own path deeper into the interior.