"As one gets older one sees many more paths that could be taken. Artists sense within their own work that kind of swelling of possibilities, which may seem a freedom or a confusion."
When I begin to write a short story, I see many paths for the story to take and I have to make choices. The excitement comes in the choosing. Sometimes the path ends and I have to retreat and find another path. Sometimes the path branches and again I have to choose which direction to go. The same is true when I start a painting. So many paths. So many possibilities. And the same is true of life. So many paths. So many choices. Some become paralyzed by having too many choices. After I graduated from college, I was paralyzed because I did not know what to do with my life. Too many choices. Or in my mind, too few choices. Once I made a choice, the path began to take shape and I followed it where I needed to go. And I arrived where I was supposed to be.