Why do we paint? Is it to capture images that surround us, whether within or without ourselves? Or is it simply a method of communication, another venue to express ourselves when words fail? Does there really need to be a purpose.
There must be though, a reasoning of sorts, whether or not it is describable in terms relative to a common understanding because I need to paint. I feel a bit lost as I sit and wonder at where to go with my canvases. Do I keep the lines, or let them go. Are the lines there for me, or as part of something relayed to others.
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