When I make a rhubarb pie, I follow a recipe. If it doesn't turn out either it's a bad recipe or I didn't follow the instructions.
With my art making there is no recipe. When my art doesn't turn out - then I have to either find a way to fix it or abandon it. It's no one else's fault. It's no one else's idea. Somehow, it's not even my own idea - it's more like my insides turned out.
Maybe this is the answer to that age-old riddle about art and craft.
With craft, you have a good idea how the finished product will look and do whatever it takes to achieve that. With art, you have no idea how it will look when you're done. It's a discovery.
Through art one touches the inner self. If we're lucky, we glimpse our inner soul.
"You find the shape you already are" Margaret Atwood