Confessions of an Artist: Why I Keep Painting

Being an artist isn’t always glamorous. It’s messy. Emotional. Often misunderstood. There are days I stare at a blank canvas and wonder if I should even keep going.

And yet - every single time - I pick up the brush again, and again.

Here’s why…

Because Painting Is My Voice

Not everyone communicates best with words. Some of us express what we feel in colors, textures, and shapes. For me, painting is the only way to say things that feel too big - or to fragile- for language. It’s how I leave behind something that whispers: “This mattered.”

Because the World Needs Reminders

Art is a mirror. It reflects who we are, what we’ve lost, and what we still hope to protect. My own art often circles back to innocence - the kind children carry effortlessly and adults struggle to guard. Painting helps me remind others of what’s worth protecting in a world that can feel chaotic and heavy.

Because It Will Outlast Me

One day, I won’t be here. But my art will. A painting is a time capsule, a piece of my soul pressed into pigment and canvas. Long after I’m gone, it will still speak for me- and that thought keeps me painting.

Because It Heals Me (and Sometimes Others)

Some days I paint only for myself - for healing, for peace, or even just escape. But when I share those paintings, someone often say’s “This is exactly how I feel.” In that moment, neither of us is alone. That connection is why I keep creating.

The Simple Confession

The truth isn’t complicated : I can’t not paint. It’s as natural as breathing. Even when its hard, thankless, or overlooked - art keeps calling me back.

And as long as I can hold a brush, I’ll keep answering.