When I allow myself a time of silence ideas flow freely. Sometimes it's hard to contain them and other times the rush can be paralyzing. I then think: where do I start? What to do done first? But when I start, it's magic. I grab a pencil, a color, a brush and began as if called to. It's interesting when I move myself out of the way what comes through. The hard part is to get myself out of the way, to shut off that critical mind, to quell the chatter. Painting has become a form of meditation. It's my practice of letting go.