No artist every moves far from the emotional puzzlement of his compulsion to create and no true artist has ever consider it anything other than an obligation. Why is a freely chosen, random vocation, to the artist a compulsory way he must live? No one starts out to be an artist. One simply loves to draw. Then by chance, it offers itself as a vocation and then one wakes one day and finds himself inside a divine plan, an indebtedness of thanksgiving. If by pure Grace, one accepts the God behind the veil we long to explore, then art becomes a means by which we can continue to release the ongoing flood of Living Water that aches our hearts and burns our souls.
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