This is the photograph Steve send me. I was sitting at my table staring at it. An hour passed... Two hours... I went to make myself eleventh cup of coffee, and when I came back, the bloody thing was open wide! All I had to do was simply to sketch it on the paper.
Someone once said: "Writing is easy. Just sitting and staring at the empty sheet of paper, until your forehead bleeds". I guess it can be applied on painting too.
Regardless of which creative process is involved, some things never change...
