Time and again, I am full of surprise and wonder when I see one of my works, sometimes older, sometimes newer, and I am reminded that, yes, I really did paint, or draw, or sculpt that. I tend to rotate works around my house periodically and sometimes a work will end up in storage and out of sight for a while. The image may go out of my peripheral consciousness. When I see the work again, I have to look at it and imagine myself in the creative process. I remember the order of its creation, the drawing of a line, the rendering of a mass.
For a moment, I relive its birth and feel the joy all over again.
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