Why do I Paint?

Over the past couple of years I have been asked over and over Why do you do art? What made you start creating things? That my friends is a wonderful question. The answer is actually quite simple.

I do art because it is a piece of my soul. Every painting is an expression of my heart and of my soul. Over the past year my art has become very personal. It has become the only way that I can truly express how I feel. Happiness, Sadness and pure joy for me can only be shown through art. My skills have improved dramatically as I work my way to an art degree. I can only begin to express the appreciation that I have for my wonderful art professors.

I do art because I love it. People tell me "Oh you are so talented" or "You have a gift." Which not to sound big headed I agree with them. But I don't do art because I was gifted with an ability. I do art because it I love it, I enjoy it. Even if I was terrible and I had no artistic ability whatsoever or I suddenly lost my vision I know that I would still do art. I know that I would still lay awake at night waiting for inspiration to hit me. I know that I would still have what I call artistic visions, I know that color would still speak to me. I know that no matter what I will always have a desire to do art.

I paint because nothing makes me happier. I paint because it's my heart on a canvas. I draw because my hands were designed to create great things. I design because inspiration runs through my veins.

I am an artist.

Bark of Color

This weekend was the peak of the changing of the leaves. Looking up at the trees you could see beautiful color. Reds, yellows, oranges, and greens all blend together in perfect harmony.

Lately all I can think about is lying on the ground in the forest, looking up and seeing the sun glow through the leaves. Letting all of the color just pour into my soul. If you haven't ever just looked up and admired the beautiful trees you need to take 10 seconds to let the color run over your face.

When I saw this tree I thought it was pretty. The rough bark, and the multiple colors that show through the browns. Sometimes I get so caught up in what the leaves look like that I forget what holds them up in the air. The trunk of the tree is the most important part. It may be rough, and some may say it's ugly, but without it there would be no beauty. So in it's own way it is beautiful.

Without the rough tree trunk there would not be any colorful leaves to pour over my face. It's beautiful.