My eyes, while hovering above, flutter in amazement.
It does not turn out like I had it in my mind,
but that does not matter to me,
I only make my mistakes look better than it already had.
You can never ask me what I am drawing.
It is barely in my head.
“Why is that so?” you ask.
“Well, you’ll know soon,” and this is what I say.
It is because a true artist barely knows the moment.
— Isabetta Herrera Grant