There are occasions when I complete an image and am pleasantly surprised by it. Perhaps the colors harmonize or the lighting sings and it's almost hard to believe I had a part in making it. I think, "There must be some other creative force that partnered with me in accomplishing the task." Perhaps I get surprised because all too often it's a battle. I am aware of the struggle of mucking through layers of failed brush strokes. I feel the tyranny of time and other obligations vying for my attention. And then once in a while, a light breaks through the clouds. The face of God shines upon me and a work of art emerges like a new morning.