As it is a very difficult thing to explain the actual physical existence of being and the existence in frequences such as Einstein was referring to centuries ago without me sounding to hazy or worse she lost the plot kind of expressions!I will stop trying .
But I have to explain where art is coming from where it is created for me, once a man told me ‘when copying stops art begins’. That means it must be made in a kind of state of subconsciousness to not be affected by outside influences to have the slightest indication which refers to copying. You can call it inspired by whats happening in this world, other people call it copying, a difference between a negative and supportive or positive approach.
Sometimes when you drive your car, you start with thoughts , they linger on, till a point where you look out of the window and think , oh wow I am already here. Not that you were sleeping behind the wheel ( can be yes but that is a total different expression and meaning will come to that later !) That is the state what I call subconscious . My moment of painting  is the moment when you drive your car and realise you already further than you thought.

I paint between consciousness and subconsciousness. There is a small line between the two , I am there.

It is an almost hypnotic state, no awareness ,no real realisation, but very much awake.
That is where I found the best spot to paint or draw without knowing what I paint or will come out.
In that fine line are memories and thoughts of pleasures of imperfect recall and other memories which gives me goosebumps, inspiration. All are stories lived and re-lived and finally visualised in a painting . Emotions are turning into colours and forms. I disappear into my own (I)Cloud where I stored all my remembrance . As I wrote before as we grow older we increasingly get more forgetful, we sometimes rack our brains for past experiences, they are all there, perfect or imperfect, and draw a blank. The blank still marks a spot, a spot where a memory used to be and might if smelled the right smell, reappears. If I go in my ‘almostsubconsciousness(I)cloud’ all reappears.
So I paint when I seem to wander off to remembrance once lived.