My purpose on earth is undoubtedly to create art. Like frost on grass as winter approaches, art clings to every aspect of my life. It’s in the air I breathe, the fog, the clouds; it’s under my pillow, in the windows, beneath the skin on my fingers. Even when I get so weary of it that I never want to touch a paintbrush again, it always returns to me, like an old friend who has come back from vacation.
