When I was a teen I remember seeing a movie titled "Summer Magic". After I finished this painting it reminded me of that summertime magic and warm firefly nights. When I paint, I have a small glimpse of the finished painting through small thumbnail sketches that I start with, but somehow in the middle of my painting it takes on a life of its own and changes direction right in front of me. Sometimes I even find myself a little bit frustrated in the process and I think I should pitch the canvas, but I have learned through experience that if I keep going, I can solve the color or composition issues I encounter and like "magic" it turns out the way it was supposed to be.