An artist friend asked me the other day if, and how, I courted disaster in my paintings. Perhaps courting disaster is not entirely accurate. Every time I stand in front of a canvas, knowing it is not complete, whatever I do next will destroy what is there.
That painting I am looking at will cease to exist, and something else will emerge. And until I get a sense that the piece is complete, I will continue to work with it, adding colors, strokes, textures, forms, etc., almost always in big and bold fashion.
I have learned through 23 years that if I continue, something meaningful will emerge, so I am not struggling or fearful, nor will I trash the canvas. Perhaps this is because I am not trying to create something, but rather allowing something to emerge. And I have come to totally trust this process.