Another Look At Jennifer

In the creative state a man is taken out of himself.  He lets down as it were a bucket into his subconscious, and draws up something which is normally beyond his reach.  He mixes this thing with his normal experiences and out of the mixture he makes a work of art.

                                                E. M. Forster

              Well, I have been spending some evenings with Jennifer and she seems to be coming along.  I am still surprised at how many colors I am able to see in her.  Even the smooth surface of her neck fur hide multiple colors among the light and dark browns.  E. M. Forster's quote above really spoke to me ~ putting into words what I find so frustrating (or enticing) about making art.  Most days I can't even find the bucket let alone lower it into the well.  Why is is that young children are so adept at scraping the bottom of the creative well ~ and just joyously let their findings spill out?  They don't meditate first, or feel the need to have special music or lighting or brushes or supplies or shoes.  They don't worry about critics or patrons.  They don't overdo or underdo their work.  They do, however, believe strongly in their own capabilities.  They do find a great deal of pleasure in the process.  And they do, beyond anything else, love their accomplishments.  Good things!