I love when the eyes begin to have life. It is a moment that nothing compares to in painting. It is the moment of true inspiration. That word is perfectly defined by "to inflame" or "to breathe."
I feel painting by painting I am moving back to my surrealism roots, though it is happening slowly. I am in a constant battle with my left brain that wants to rationalize my ideas, to make them fit some sort of straight line of thinking, to categorize. I walk a line with the work, balancing the push and pull of each side of my self.
Meaning is vital, but when meaning becomes narrow, creativity is stifled.