Painting is what I do.
It’s a part of me.
Maybe it IS me.
No matter how many other phases that have come and gone - art has always been there to welcome me back with open arms and no judgment.
It doesn’t get jealous that I’ve spent my time or attention on other things.
It doesn’t feel neglected if my head gets turned by something else.
It never gets old.
It doesn’t demand my full being or all consumption.
And I love that about it.