I have said this before but it can be said again. Art is what did not exist but now does.
This morning while staring at a stark white 11 x 17 inches sheet I had no idea three rapidly eroding pastel sticks would produce. I gave it a quick background using the flatter side of the pastels and rubbed it with used makeup sponge. That was followed by the sharper side edge of the sticks to draw some straws.
The piece looked evocative enough with those few minimum details but then my hand kept moving, eventually creating a woman in the midst of the straws. Some quick finishing touches and what was a blank sheet barely a few minutes ago became something else. Art is the process of becoming something else.