Every human being needs an interior room of their own. It needs to be designed precisely according to how you’d like it because if you’re going to make art, you’ll spend a lot of time inside of that room. Your physical room is virtually irrelevant (although for me it can’t be too cluttered) because you aren’t in it.
To get into my interior room, I descend in and melt everything that I possibly can. Everything that’s collected inside of me and whatever is churning comes together and expresses in whatever form it wants to. My task is to be a good dance partner with this very formidable creative force- to move with it and to let it determine what wants to be created.
I’ll be in the shower and hear, “I didn’t mean to love you.” Or, “the sea of yellow flowers faded into the horizon and it was unclear as to whether or not it was sun or flower.” In those moments, I am receiving a key. If I listen with great care and great precision, if I move with it like a skillful dancer, if I attend to it like a lover, then it continues to offer.
But, until I’m given the key, I make no art. I’ll wash dishes, I’ll take a bath, I’ll take a walk, but I do not come until I’m called. And when I am called, I follow with absolute fidelity.