Take a map from a foreign, and perhaps strange, country. Leave your house and navigate a local journey with that map. Either you can use the map and attempt to match your journey to it or you can follow your known routes of roads and paths and try to match the map to them.
That is the middle.
Opening the front door and leaving with that map…
That is the start.
It’s not as easy as the middle, but it’s easier than the end.
You won’t know how the journey ends but you will certainly, eventually arrive somewhere. And perhaps even after several false destinations on the way. You won’t even know when the journey is going to end, but after it has ended you will know for sure that it has.
That is the end.
That is how painting works for me.