This piece is a perfect example of the mysterious way in which a picture comes together. I had an idea of what I wanted to do, so I took the first step and let it all happen from there. Just as I was about to draw vertical lines into the "body" below the face, my hand did the opposite and drew horizontal lines, and as I drew the third or fourth line, I realized it looked like a beehive -- which was the theme of the piece. The second column on the page is all about bees, and I had already decided she would be called the bee keeper.
Many years ago, a wise person told me: Don't censor yourself. Let go and see what happens. I learned how to do that and now it's automatic. If it doesn't work, no harm done. If it does work, it makes me happy.
I don't have a "muse." That whole muse thing has always made me uncomfortable. It's as if some power beyond your control, controls you, and if the muse decides to take a holiday, there you are stuck, unable to create anything. I just have myself, my inner self that knows more than my outer self, and she/I have ultimate responsibility for what I create. So, I guess you could say that my "muse" is........myself!