Art is something that comes instinctual to me. It seems to be
instinctual to the rest of the human race as well. It is as
instinctual as language. For some people it seems that there are
ideas for which words are a wholly inadequate means of communication.
These types of people turn to other forms of communication. Body
movements, sounds, and images in pigment (as in my case) supplement a
language that seems incomplete. I am one of these people.
When I make art I am complete person. The act of making brings me
joy. When I go for long periods of time without making art I feel as
if my life is in disarray. Making art brings clarity and contentment,
even when the art is not very "good."