
I think, therefore I exist. I exist, therefore I create. I create ideas, images, thoughts. They come in so different ways - perfect and ugly, flawless and incomplete. Sometimes they scurry one after another, clumping together in flocks. Sometimes a single idea appears so muddled and confused that it's hard for the creator himself to understand what it is. It changes shape, it changes color, it stretches in all directions, striving to merge with others. One thought clings to another, a third appears, and so on without end. I think, I create, I exist.