There is a point that is reached in the making of a painting that I can only compare to the feeling you get when, after playing Galaga for several hours you realize that you no longer pay any attention to your ship along the bottom of the screen. You no longer glance down to see where it is, as you know from the feeling of your hands and the shots flying up the screen.
In painting it is like you no longer pay attention to the overall composition, or even bother to hang it on the wall to try to see the next marks. You just mix paint and pour it, or remove it using your periphery vision and the more than likely incorrect remembrances of the night-before's work to guide you....but you trust what lies beyond the man being revealed behind the curtain.
