It seems to me that most artists would agree that during moments of inspiration, a work is begun out of intense feeling of personal expression.  For me, as technical materials and issues come into play, emotional mores give way to more philosophical wandering.  I think that I struggle innately to find a meeting place between the chaos and the order.  Examples in reality abound and inspire constantly, especially through biology and the natural world.  As such, my work often returns to mentions of organic patterns, such as blood vessels- that quickly jump to tree branches or brain neurons as pairing.  When I learned that the mathematical work of Arabic tradition was referential the wishes of God in its intention, I tried to understand or mimic this.  Carefully divided lines in my work, though, deconstructed into explorations of color and form yet again.  Is this a lesser respect to a greater meaning?  Or is it the same search?