The last few months I have been distracted in my personal life and when life happens it is easy to become detached from the creative process. I stopped painting for a while and only have eased back into it these past few weeks. In doing so I am finding a new energy and wanted to reflect on the reasons that I must paint, regardless of what life throws at me.
I paint because it is all I know to do. It compels me to move, to think, and to feel. Painting excites me and energizes me like nothing else. It gives me meaning and purpose. It challenges me to constantly reinvent the universe. Painting instills in me the power of being a creator… and the humility that comes with creation. It is at the same time full of meaning and utterly meaningless. It is with pleasure that I embrace both these states of being while painting.