Why do I create?
Why do I create? Why do I paint. Why? Because if not my head would explode. The voices in my head needs to get out. Sound crazy, I know. But if I don’t create, I don’t feel like I exist.
All the ideas I have in my head needs to get out. They sometimes take on a life on their own, I see them walking out of my head, down to my shoulder and out in the world. Sometimes I wonder when the men in white coats will come. Other times I’m in love with creation. When people ask “What do you do?” it might be a simple question to answer for some people. For me it depends of the time of day or which day. I paint, I write, I think (and overthink), I draw, I illustrate, I create therefore I am.