I enjoy visual stimulation. I love creating. Closing my eyes, images dance across, growing changing, forming, adjusting. Sometimes they manifest in my personal art. I love the shading of the pencil, that intent repetitious enjoyment of watching the paper slowly darken from the rubbing of lead onto its surface. It builds gradually, and the piece starts to take form. Or perhaps it’s with the quick flow of the brush drenched in acrylics across the canvas. A dramatic gesture full of emotional release and intent, the colorful and engaging multitude of hues. Or from the realm of digital art the visual intercourse may exist with a heuristic exploration of movements, cause and effect. The freedom of instant change, the security of control-Z. Maybe it’s a combination.