Have been drawing before I could walk. Expressing myself visually in two dimensions and on the rare occasion - three. I am an instrument. The easiest thing for me to do is not think, and allow a story to build in my head and flow throw my hands, becoming something as I watch it happen. It hurts in a way that drives me to tears of joy to connect in such a way. I can't fully explain it, and it saddens me through bouts of extended depression to not paint, to not be able to paint. I can't explain the intention of a painting, they just are, like flowers, or clouds.
If there were anything I could do that would make me happy, is to have a peaceful place to paint all the time. Somewhere in the mountains or near the ocean, a peaceful place.