It is tempting to begin the new painting year with a plan. With a goal. With a genre. With an organized approach. But that would be the way I started each new year in the past. Time for something new. A random, willy-nilly love-fest with the muse and her (his?) secretive and mischievous ways. To trust, as Byrne says, that I happily don't know what I'm doing.
And maybe we don't have to know what we're doing after all. So much of the good stuff in life is unexpected - happenstance and random shiny things that grab our attention and divert us from the known path. Because maybe the known path isn't really the right creative path for us in the first place. Let's diverge, shall we? Grab my hand and let's go!