A friend asked me once, not so long ago, “Why do you paint?” I was so taken aback by this seemingly obvious thing I do, that looking through someone else’s eyes who was really curious about why one (I’m assuming she wasn’t just wondering about why I personally do it, but why does anyone do it?) does things like paint. Hmmm. I never thought about why I paint, just that I seem to need to do something where I think of an idea and want to have it, to hold it, to see it. Some
