Independent artist, painting instructor
When the silver morning mist covers the meadow… what a wonderful morning is, in fact, as wonderful as any other. I’m already standing by the easel, and the phone starts ringing or somebody knocking at the door. I try to memorize my last thoughts and unwillingly answer the phone or open the door. And whatever I just tried to memorize is gone. Creativity needs loneliness. Needs concentration without interruptions. You need to dive into the endless sea of thoughts until you build a bridge which you can lean against, again and again. A bridge where you can just walk, chew pencils, write, delete, write again, and start over.