My teacher told us about Kandinsky; that he loved colours and shapes.
My final piece looks nothing like my plan; it changed when water from my brush accidentally fell onto a blue line I had made. I watched the water and paint mingle and move, making its own path. I picked up my paper and moved it slowly round, liking the shape that was forming.
When I was happy with the blue line I stopped turning and continued to paint, until the final piece emerged.