It started with this small piece. Only 16" x 20", acrylics on a stretched canvas. 'Yes,' it whispered, 'this is Right. More!'
It went on to this, a test, of sorts.
'Not bad. Again!'
This time larger, a 30" x 40" canvas, heavy, and clumsy to maneuver in the studio. Does The Painter care that I'm getting older, finding it harder to move these large beasties around? Not much; in fact, it never asks, just directs.
When the piece is done, and The Painter goes quiet for a few minutes, I get to step up close and examine its work. I'm fascinated.
I can still hear it whispering. 'More!'