I think a lot about the handmade nature of things, how striving for perfection is futile, how the same is true of life. I’ve concluded that much like life, the best art I can create is not pristine, but honest. I am not a machine, I cannot draw a perfect straight line, I will not optimize the soul out of me in the name of cleanliness. I am a person, my earthly body trembles at the shocking beauty of being alive. My bleeding heart is all over every piece of my work. Every shaky brushstroke and rambling word a part of me that I give for the sake of humanhood.

I will keep painting and writing and pouring my heart out all over the world day after day through it all. I will tell you the truth from deep in my soul and show you the landscape of my inner world so that we may feel more sincerely into the raw experience of being alive together.