I never know how a painting is going to end even though I see the end before the beginning. By the time I get to the end it's changed to another path. I usually end up taking that ending into another painting so in essence my mind keeps creating endlessly. It's a colorful world in that big head of mine. My mind soaks up plenty so I've to sometimes watch what I let in. I paint what I see which is a lot. I'm an insomniac like many artists. Once I grab a brush I'm gone. There's just something about painting into the night when the world is silent and it's just me my canvas, hot peppermint tea and some music. Oh that's heaven.