Why I Make Art
I need to. I want to. I'm privileged to; I love to.
It's a way to let everything count, to make everything count and to find out how it's all related.
It's a way to think and a way to feel. It's a way to be and a way to see, speculate, ask, and wonder.
To make big demands, to make subtle distinctions, to dream and to meditate.
It's a way to hokey pokey with the muse, to play hide and seek with a dervish.
To honor, grieve, and celebrate. To let the good times roll.
It's a practice and a discipline.
It's my favorite language.