Why are you an artist?

It is who I am. I was born this way.

I knew it from my earliest memory. Creating from that which is within my imagination is the exhale to the inhale of the air that sustains me.

As far as growing as an artist, my abilities to carry out my imagination has grown. But then I recalled a painting I did that when I finished I was actually a little sad as it seemed to be my greatest piece - to date. I had conveyed on canvas what was in my thoughts fairly well. But actually it was an ignorant assumption on my part and only the beginning of a loving communion between the Holy Spirit and myself. I now look upon that painting and the first of many love letters.