in progress

In the middle of my undergrad degree I made the life-changing discovery that I could work without feeling inspired, and that the mere inertia created by picking up my supplies could lead to ideas that I'd never have had in only thought space. In fact, contrary to so many that I hear complain about their ideas being better than what they're able to produce in material form, I find that my ideas are usually kind of boring compared to the process of discovery that happens with physical matter. Anyway, these days I have nearly no time to wait for a lightning bolt. I often feel, when I start drawing or painting, that I've been pulled from deep sleep and set behind the steering wheel of a car. No coffee, on the highway...snap to it! What a weird phase of life.