This is what I start with. Nothing. Like everyone in this world, born naked. That's how it begins.

It's truly quite empowering to come out of nowhere and start with nothing though. Plus I've escaped death several times this week alone so I'm certain I know a little bit about life, from start to finish.

Life intimidates art?

A common occurrence in this world. Something I've had to learn all on my own with no way to prepare. Learning the hard way. All guidance, in the past. No maps. Can feel like it's impossible to go anywhere or get anything done.

I think I'll finish the job. I could easily leave it there and call it a day. It's too bright though. I'm certain the people using dark mode on their device want to censor me so hard right now. I can feel it. So I'll throw some black in there and see what happens.

Now we're inside of a room. It's an empty room. Quite similar to a blank canvas. Are we moving in or are we moving out?

You're standing in the doorway. I know because I can feel it. Maybe I'll hang something on the wall for you to look at.

But something doesn't feel right. Perhaps you're thoroughly enjoying something right now. Unfortunately, I'm not. Something's gotta give.

Much better.

Now that I have something to work with and I have a good song looping nonstop so I can focus on one thing and be inside one moment rather than experiencing many distractions that only want to destroy me from the inside, it's time to smash this work and turn all the problems on their head. Don't need any of this and can do better.

As you can see, something is disappearing. What could it be? My sanity or yours? And why?

Or maybe someone flipped the switch and this is that moment in between darkness and light we're all familiar with; when something that never truly goes away can no longer be seen until the next day.

The eyes need to adjust. Time to do some sculpting.

I don't like it.

Nothing is popping out. This is where I'd typically allow my eyes to play tricks on me. I simply stare at this mess I've made and wait. I can see someone on the right side. Not sure if they want to be seen just yet or if they'd prefer to be hiding the entire time.

Of course, your eyes might not see them so fear not. I can change things. You can't so please remain calm.

Now you can see them, I'm sure of it. I used pareidolia rather than my imagination. I saw what could be a face in a mess of nothingness that started out as something on a wall in room, and wanted you to meet them. That character created itself but they needed my help and now we all know one another. Isn't this fun.

Of course.

Nowhere close to being finished. There's still a lot of work to do. And after all these years, you're learning some of my techniques. The image creates itself. I'm only along for the ride. No need for control. Going with the flow.

Time for some more rearranging at random, with my own hand, since I can't see anything else worth looking at right now. There's no real method to this madness. The art just gets pushed around.

I stopped at, "Yo."

Maybe you don't see it, but I picked up on something in red. Can see, yo.

This word can be considered a greeting where I come from. It's origin dates all the way back to 1958 according to my sources.

Perhaps this is a clue. I wonder who's sending this message and why. Looking around more, and more. Still nobody, yet the one on the right seems to be looking at and possibly saying something, to someone.

Is that a smile on the left? Yes. A nose as well. A chin. Can you see them in the image above? Seems like someone else would now like to make an appearance.

Give me a minute or ten...

Again

Whoever that is, they created themselves. Seems happy to be here. Maybe a little bit camera shy. Or the photographer was trigger happy and shot too soon, or too late, so our newest friend nearly escaped the photo opportunity.

Looking back, I can now see he was there the entire time. Perhaps that's why they called out.

Moving right along...

Now we're left with a big mess in the middle and I have no clue where this is going. Could be a disaster. Been at this for a few hours on and off, over the span of a few days. Starting to regret doing all this narrating. Normally I'd produce the art and leave out the process while everyone else is left wondering where I get these "ideas."

And yes, I'm aware of how unusual this approach is, yet it comes naturally to everyone. Simply stare at the clouds and wait. You'll eventually see someone or something that isn't really there. It's just a cloud and when you try to explain to others what you see, they don't always see it, and need guidance. If you could reach up and fine tune a few details, then it would become clear to your friend.

The "ideas" are nothing more than a gift from the natural world. An illusion, fully embraced, then converted into reality.

With that said, the show must go on, I suppose. I'll take care of the unfinished business and see what I come up with. BRB.

Took longer than expected.

Shifted everything around for quite some time. Picked up the airbrush, started narrowing things down. Eventually noticed that man standing there so thought it would be a good idea to give him the floor. Wanted to say, "Hello," or, "Goodbye."

Not really sure what he's doing or why he's doing it. Just one of those things, I guess. Started out as something on the wall, grew legs, and stood tall.

Suppose there's beauty to be found in all things, including a mess.