Why paint? I paint because I have ideas that cannot be expressed through words, music, or action. I paint because I am always painting, even when I am not. I paint because I find light settling on forms to be strikingly beautiful. I paint because the Renaissance was not the end of the trail but a marker showing where to begin.
             Why paint? I paint because I am the child of an alcoholic and I must always be doing something. I paint because some have told me I shouldn't and success is the best revenge. I paint because when I stand in front of a great painting I feel it the same way one might feel a blast of heat or a gust of wind.
             Why paint? I paint because I am still working on my first painting. All my paintings are connected, they all tell the same story. I paint because in my fantasy I am the world's greatest painter and soon they will hand me the keys to the city.
             Why paint? I paint because my eyes won't let me alone. I paint because I seek approval, even though I rarely showed my work for twenty years. I paint because occasionally my work makes people happy. I paint even though, in the face of war, poverty, illness and hunger, it seems a senseless act; art is a welcome distraction. I paint because someone will, why NOT me?. I paint because paint is seductive, silky, and smooth. I paint because painting is the most humbling act that I know of, next to raising a child, and I am often arrogant to the point of stupidity. I paint because I am like a dog with a bone; I won't let go.