I have had a practice of art making for now thirty years. It is at the core of my life, how I express the deepest things I carry in my heart. Art making can sometimes feel like an exhilarating up hill battle. I do what I can to create a healthy environment of friends and family around me so that I can continue making things and sending them out into the world. I am like a boy making boats out of twigs and launching them into the current of a little stream in the woods.
I pose the question to you, what good do artists do really? What are they and their work adding to our daily lives? What would life be like if they all just disappeared like the buffalo in the 1880s?