Why? ?

Sunday afternoon. Thinking about the whys. Why do I continue to make art when… Now wait a minute! Why explain? Why not just state:  I make art. It’s my poetry, my music, my wonderment, my amazement, my happiness, my tears, my wishes, my connection to you/to life/to the wild/to the mystery.

Hoping the art or the effort touches.

 

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