it in the same way as the artist would.
For example "a painting that would be finished for you (the viewer), may not be finished to me (the artist)" , and sometimes i just don't know why it's incomplete...it just isn't. I can't ever explain why, i just now it...something at some point inside you tells you it's done, and you shouldn't go any further. At times a single line of colour or a simple scratch on the surface of the painting, a piece of collage could be all that's need, but first of course you need to get there. Some may call this mad and unnecessary, but to me it is the ability or maybe a gift given to the artist. To see, and feel every single detail on the surface of the painting as something special and full of life. Everyth single line, texture and colour as to fall into place. Everything matters, even the minuscule of details matter to me. I never know where the end is, ever... but i always get there somehow. Just as the master creator would give life to his creation in whichever way was special to him. The painter transmits life, to his creation, "the painting” in it's own special way, giving beauty to what some may call or see as ugly art.