as an artist I act through feeling, switching off thoughts, or perhaps after years of practice thoughts have become actions the body has learnt and now performs on it's own - like how we don't think about walking having once struggled with that as a small person - the hands and eyes move together and 'intuitively' connect threads, paint, colours, fabric canvas wood wool metal elements
and the coming together brings with it a sense of excitement and wonder and unease and hope and fear and where will it end, will it end
what is creation?
how is creation, how do we create something (meaningful) out of the many no-things
afterthought: first I was born, and then man created god(s and goddesses)