Why do I do art? I’m not really sure. That’s like asking, why am I here?

Some of my art I do purely for the look of it, for the enjoyment of the process, for the feel of the brush against the canvas and the look of the colors mixing together… other pieces are more definitively caught up in a search for meaning and beauty and God.

In the end, its really all just a grasping for something beyond myself, at that thing that connects us all in a common story.

I’m still looking for the answers.