It is how my brain works. Everything is fodder for creativity. I can’t look at things without seeing an opportunity to create something from it, from it’s function, from it’s form, from the feeling I get about it,...
I actually feel withdrawl like symptoms if it has been awhile between projects, but I usually have a dozen going at any one time.
What is my motivation? It is kind of like loving my children: I can’t help it. It just happens. When I began to do art for a living, I had to let my need for an income motivate me in many ways, but there is still the drive to represent things from my point of view, and that makes me good at what I do, and makes me feel lucky to have had this as my career. The down-side has been that art became work. I still love it, but I seldom do it for the love of it anymore. I produce for profit. When I retire, if I ever do, I will create for myself again.