Discovering older works and comparing them to those I'm working on now is rewarding and scary. Looking through 30 years of work and realizing images being used over 30 years ago, are popping up in my new work, unconsciously, and in new and exciting ways.
It's frightening and rewarding and scary. Having put myself back into the Artist chair, I am my biggest critic, it has to be perfect, it has to feel like it speaks to me, not just speaks, but screams truth to my soul. Doing art in this manner makes one crazy and happy all at the same time. It's very hard to explain, this is not happy therapy, it is a life in pictures, a life in emotions, in movement of my thoughts pouring out onto the paper or canvas with hands moving fast in many directions and then looking, seeing and reworking, reimagining, and deciding what works, when is it done, that's the real question and when is it good enough?