Pondering paint...

The dull grey sheen of the primer base gently reflects the light from the window outside the paint booth. A blank canvas, it portends the embodiment of a personality, a reflection of the rider to be. Creativity cannot be forced, it must be allowed to spring forth naturally, in its own time. For two days I've struggled, balancing artistic desires and contractual necessity, allowing images and possibilities to flow through my mind, formulating a solution that exceeds expectations and reaches an exuberant yet speechless response. Such is the paradigm I am immersed into each time a customer says "do what you want".

A deep breath of anticipation leaves my chest, here we go ...