There is always the pull towards painting the idea of what is there. I have an idea of a cloud, or an idea of an apple, and it's tempting to paint the ideas of something. But reality so far surpasses my ideas and it's only a type of fear or anxiety which prevents me from actually seeing what is really there. What is really there is actually so utterly surprising that one could never have imagined. I am always surprised by reality, every moment.