“Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide.” -D. W. Winnicott
There is certainly a kernel or two of truth in this statement. Writing about art is a little bit counter intuitive. Art and music might share the same bed, but it’s a bed that I believe art and words do not share. Why does one write novels and one make paintings? Who knows, perhaps because they can’t do anything else, perhaps because they don’t want to do anything else.
I don’t think anyone has an overwhelming drive to do something that they don’t know deep down that they are capable of and therefore driven toward.
I know when I’m spending every day of my life creating art that it’s absolutely the thing I should be doing, and how immensely pleasurable the work can be – it can also be immensely difficult and frustrating – just part of the process.
My hope, as an artist, is that my work thought, some humor, and most of all pleasure to the people seeing and acquiring the pieces I create. I want to add something worthwhile to the world – something that never existed before; art that will strike a cord with the audience that if finds, wherever in the world that may be.