I was recently asked by an art writer," why do you paint?" Frankly, I did not have a good answer. My initial impulse was to respond “I don’t know” or “why does it matter?” Instead I thought to myself, I should dare to delve the depths of my psyche and seek to uncover the source of my drive. Is it a desire and compulsion to create? A willingness to probe and push the boundaries of my spirit? An empirical need to know myself truly in the face of hardship and elation?
Exploring our nature as humans and transcendent spiritual beings leads us into realms of the undefined, compelling us to see what is on the other side.
Yes I thought, that is it. That is why I paint.
Either that, or I thought it would be a good way to pick up chicks.