That is what I was going through the night before my big annual ART VS ART paint day- 3 hours to create your competition masterpiece, and I had NOTHING. I had a lot of ideas, but none that I liked. The stress was really getting to me and I felt overwhelmed.. What am I going to PAINT tomorrow? All of these concepts I have are just mushy shit- there is nothing of any substance there. What the hell am I going to paint?!? That is when my beautiful wife suggested that I step back.. come outside.. get some air.. get out of my own way for a few minutes.
Sometimes, that is all it takes.. Just a little RESET.
The neighbor's cat (old man Skittles) had been hanging out on our porch all summer. This particular time, when he left, he happened to spill the water dish.. and and as the water ran off the porch, it formed.. shapes and patterns. When I looked down, I saw something. I was compelled to take a picture because what I saw intrigued me so much. It moved me- I wasn't sure what it meant, but I knew it meant something.
The next day, as I was driving to the Paint Day Event, I STILL wasn't sure what I was going to do. I had my mushy ideas, but then I had this weird picture of water running off my porch. Something about that image, and what I saw in it, just would not let go... This is what happened: