I am always thinking about art, particularly painting. I don’t need to be asked about it or my painting to be thinking of it. Even when I’m not at work, perhaps I’m doing something other than painting, my mind is on the latter.
The more I paint, the more I want to paint. It seems it’s burning within me. When I hold that brush in my hand, I want to go further. I want to explore. The longing to paint controls me. I have to pick up my brush every day.