The Flow of Creation
When I create, everything slows down. There’s a kind of quiet that fills the space — not empty, but alive. It feels like something is already forming, even before I begin. I can almost sense it waiting, as if the work already exists somewhere, and my hands are just helping it appear. I start to move by instinct — mixing color, touching fabric, shaping something new. I don’t plan too much. Sometimes I follow a feeling, a sound, or the way light falls across the table. It’s not about control, it’s about listening — to what wants to be created, to what feels right in the moment.
Time fades when I work. The outside world becomes distant, like a soft blur in the background. There’s only me, the materials, and the quiet rhythm between us. It’s a peaceful kind of focus — a place where thinking stops and something deeper takes over. Each brushstroke, each movement, feels like a small conversation between what I know and what I don’t. Memories, emotions, and fragments of ideas all weave themselves together in ways I couldn’t plan. I start to see connections — a color that matches a forgotten feeling, a shape that reminds me of something real. It’s not perfect, but it feels honest.
Then there’s always a turning point — a moment when it feels like the work begins to move on its own. It’s as if something bigger than me is guiding my hands. The room feels alive. The smell of paint, the texture of fabric, the quiet sound of movement — everything blends together into a kind of flow. In those moments, I stop trying. I just let it happen. When I finish, it’s always surprising. I look up and realize hours have passed. I see what’s been made, and it feels both familiar and new — as if it came through me, not from me. There’s a soft stillness that follows, like the silence after music ends. I sit for a while, grateful for what was created and for the calm that comes with it.
"Creation never really stops
Each piece leads to the next, like a snake that sheds it's skin
Every ending brings a new cycle, each idea opens another door
It’s an ongoing rhythm:
A conversation between me and the world
What is seen and what is felt, that’s the flow of creation
Quiet, unpredictable, but always alive"
