It’s so amazing to see an entire world come to life right in front of me as I draw. It’s addictive. There are no pre-thoughts or pre-visioned images of what I’m going to create, just being in the moment. I feel where each stroke needs to go. I’m not thinking; I just let it flow. I never know upfront what I’m going to draw.

When I’m in this hyper-focused state, I feel exactly where each stroke belongs. I can sense where a stroke needs to come and where it doesn’t. It has to feel right. It’s something I can’t easily explain in words, it’s metaphysical.

When I create, I’m in what I call ‘the zone.’ In this state, my mind isn’t corrupted by ideas, thinking patterns, biased concerns, or worries. I’m completely zen, one with my canvas. It’s a certain state of being. When the mind stands still, the universe surrenders. That’s where I am.

In this place, you can feel where the strokes belong. The artwork grows organically, step by step, stroke by stroke. There are no wrong strokes. Only insecure strokes can destroy. A misplaced stroke simply means I need to adjust the entire construction and composition. It means saying goodbye to the image it brought out and welcoming the unknown new one that’s yet to come.

By pushing it further and further, the whole image eventually starts to appear. A hidden, ancient, beautiful world reveals itself; a world that transcends time and space. It’s like catching a glimpse of another realm, a window opening to something magical.

Kenneth Kenisman