In an age when it is easy to make art digitally or mechanically, I am making more art than before manually.

And while my art is not great (I harbor no illusions about being remembered as a great artist) I believe that one of the best reasons for making art is not what happens to the past when my paintbrush makes its marks there, or what happens to the air when my stringed instruments cause it to vibrate.

No, the biggest change is what happens in me. The painting changes how I see the world, and opens up new channels of love and empathy.

The art changes me.