Art for me is more of a necessity than an outlet, even though I can understand why some artists use the word outlet to explain that expression. The need arises in me as thoughts, ideas, images, and creations begin to occupy too much space within both, my conscious and unconscious mind. I have to get those images out. I have to create.
My brushes, my chisel, my clay, oils, acrylics, watercolors, all become an extension of my psyche that is manifested through my stroke. When this happens, when I am truly in the zone, it’s as if I’m trapped in a lover’s embrace. It’s artistic bliss, a feeling akin to being carried by a storm, a current, or some other powerful force. When this happens, the creation is not only a product of what I think and visualize in my head, but a concrete expression that hopefully collides with an audience, any audience.