Ideas sit in the back of my mind like water

always changing

reshaping

listening

responding

while my paintbrush flow freely on paper

guided by the shape of my water

and pure intuition 

to a place no one knows what it looks like

until she gets there.

I am watching an improvised play

as both the audience and the director

line becomes shapes becomes twisting plants, strange creatures, weird landscapes

and a whole world is created.