Some Paint

Some paint for money.
Some paint to please.
Some paint for recognition.

But a painter must paint.

It is like breathing — instinctive, essential, unstoppable.
It calls to you.
It summons you.
Like a gentle hypnosis of the soul,
you simply must answer.

This is not something a classroom can give you.
It is not taught — it is awakened.

That is why I cannot confine myself to one style.
I move as life moves.
I flow with the world around me
and the world swirling within me.

I do not force the vision.
I listen.
I trust.
I allow.

Because something greater guides the brush.
And when the moment comes,
I paint.

I paint.
I paint.

Not for applause.
Not for approval.
But because it is who I am.