Large canvases. They feel comfortable to me. I apply paint and I step back, but step back to where? Oh right, to that place where one stands when they look at a painting, between 5 and 10 feet. Step in and step out.
While I paint I recall the small abstract watercolors that I painted 4 years ago. My muscle memory is activated. This is as close to a flowing experience as I might possibly know.
Scanning photographs for dreams, disconnecting the source material and its context, stealing the sense of imagery that breathes in its life.