Afternoon Flight Painting

I work on location, but I get catapulted to distances way beyond. In order not to get stuck, I consciously dare my brush, take wild chances, only to find that I am still in the grip of some unseen guide. A structure forever keeps dominance, slapping at me as I try to "ride the wind". One's desire to take responsibility is what gets it past the start, and and innate integrity tells one when to let go. It's an urge to follow; it has nothing to do with choice. One is chosen and what is inevitable is that there is birth.