Walking into the tunnel of my imagination
I meet the empty sheet of paper
where all possibilities lie,
slumbering, waiting in silence

Armed with a flat brush and a rounded one
I move without thinking, just seeing
noticing what comes from the depths,
wanting to be birthed in this moment

The music blends with the colours
the bucket of water turns bluish
strokes are sweeping gently
and the paint greets me with it´s magic