I am enormously grateful…
to work out existential creature questions through painting colors & lines. Grateful to dance in loud headphones on orange carpets, and grateful to enjoy your digital & physical company though some of this. I’m grateful to stop worrying why.
Resistance asks regularly: Is this an allowable practice? What good is painting? What am I giving the world besides some weird personal cartoons?
The answer I’ve found is joy.
IT’S REAL AND IT MAKES TIME DISINTEGRATE.
I feel permanently connected to every joyful expression of life that’s ever been or is to be.