painting a picture

i dont paint on the easel or on a table...i am usually in the prone position on the floor almost in worship to the god of acrylic. the closer i can get to the ground the better i feel..the strokes across the canvas get lost in the process of creating...in my minds eye i see what i want to throw down and yet in the realm of reality what comes out is different...more loss for words freedom...what ever it is it is almost an unconscious act of creation that drives me to my knees to get lost in the swirling the dipping the colors the rhapsody of the picture...it is like an adventure...a trip and i never know the out come until it announces that it is finished...(when i am in the painting mood the cat will come and watch...funny that it is so...is he my secret muse...?) one day i will paint in the lines...the pictures that i have drawn...but for now i will just paint how i was made to paint...the whimsy the colors the lostness and found...the dreams and hopes...the beauty and pain...
almost forgot about the music...the music and the painting go hand in hand...one with out the other is not complete...