What is it to sincerely do the things that one does? Insecurity is active, fear is present, desire still functions, and to carry these into the act of so-called expression, as painting has come to be known, requires a reconciliation of sorts.

What is a healthy amount of ‘artist as identity’? I always hoped to find a place where I could paint nearly anything and like it. These works are the closest I have come. I see something, whether imagined or real—or a combination of both—and find a home for it on a canvas or a block of stucco. To my surprise, I enjoy it; not just the work itself, but the act of making it. This has not always been the case, but I thank God it is now. I cannot expect this grace to always be present, but where it is lacking, sincerity must not be. Honesty must hold hands with everything.