When I approach a fresh swath of canvas, I empty my mind and allow an image to appear in my imagination. It is a bit like the moment of deciding to leap out of an airplane at 10,000 feet. You feel the harsh bite of rushing frigid air, the vertigo of nothing between you and a patchwork of earth far below. You leap then realize you have no parachute.
That is what it is like for me to paint my abstract paintings. Sheer guts to put marks to the surface not knowing if the ultimate result will be a work of art, or a messy splatter.
But it is that thrill of not knowing, but trusting that imagination will ultimately deliver me safely to the ground that drives my passion for abstract expressionism.