"Intelligence is an extremely subtle concept. It's a kind of understanding that flourishes if it's combined with a good memory, but exists anyway even in the absence of good memory. It's the ability to draw consequences from causes, to make correct inferences, to foresee what might be the result, to work out logical problems, to be reasonable, rational, to have the ability to understand the solution from perhaps insufficient information. You know when a person is intelligent, but you can be easily fooled if you are not yourself intelligent."
At six flags, I noticed the crisp leaves in the winter sun, and the rainbow array of holiday lights above the fence.
An idea launches an inkling of possibility, a spark, an unfinished thought. But ideas need time to simmer, to swirl around in drifts and somersaults.
Waiting for a traffic light, a window under the eaves of an old house catches your eye. The glass panes look like mirrors reflecting the afternoon sun.
Playing Yahtzee, you notice how four dice kind of look like panes of glass in a window.
A periwinkle sunset makes you wonder how to mix that exact color.
Your mind put together the random things you noticed.
What we create is a magical mix of everything that our mind takes in, jumbles up.
What escapes onto the page is our art.