I paint because I feel like you don’t want to listen to me talk anymore. At least when you look at my work you can look on in silence.
I paint because when I speak, I often feel misunderstood and then I begin to doubt my voice. At least when I paint, there are no words for you to misinterpret.
I paint because when I cry, you think I’m faking it and you don’t care. Ouch. You don't care. At least when I paint, the colours can both reveal and hide how I feel, whether you care or not.
I paint because the canvas doesn’t judge me.
I paint because somebody somewhere understands me, no words necessary.
I paint because sometimes it feels like it’s all I have.
I paint because I can be vulnerable without fear.
I paint because it heals the past and paves the way for my future.
I paint because I can be me, the most authentic version of myself, and not be scared.
I paint because I can.
I paint for you in hopes that you'll see me
I paint for me.
Why do you paint?