I consider myself a painter in the school of Abstract Expressionism with occasional trips into figuration.  Intuition is part of my daily way of life.  I intuit.  Therefore, I create. What is important is to recognize it in whatever form it may take. I only know an intuition when I see, hear, taste, dream, have cramps, diarrhea, brainstorms or similar manifestations of it.  The point is to go with the flow.  Accept it.  Try it out. Do something with it.  Let it sit.  Let is stew.  Come back and think about it for a little, for a lot – whatever.  Develop it.

Abjure self-censorship, self-criticism.  Save editing for later after you have played with the idea or tried working it out.

Indulge yourself in the interest of creativity.  Play poker. Buy books. Look at naked ladies. Look at naked men.  See old movies.  See the latest ones.  Listen to Beethoven.  Listen to soaring Italian opera.  Do the tango.  Roller-skate.  Feast on dimsum, sushi, apple pie.

Above all, respect intuition when it comes your way – modest as it may be whether it’s a few words, a few lines, or just a blinking light.

Give it attention.  It can take you backward by having a new look at the work you’ve already done.  It can entice you forward into what you have not yet done or made.  It doesn’t

matter, just be ready and willing to be seduced.

If you water it and love it, it may become something bigger more complex. Not every intuition will lead to better things, but you have to have a sense of adventure.  As the saying goes, every voyage begins with one step.

In conclusion, to mix many metaphors, intuition is an evocative clue, a thread that wanders and winds to perhaps hitherto undiscovered treasure.