The nature of creatvity

Do what you love.

For me I listen to music I love or a painter who shows truth.

Then I go. I paint.

A dream of a staircase  descending a flowered garden lit in the dark by lanterns.

Or a monorail taking me across snowbound reaches to a descending tunnel past frozen forms of Saber toothed cats a T rex who pursues me in a San Francisco trolley.