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Why I Paint
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One of my very favorite words is “moments.” Not as in the “please wait a moment” you get told while waiting on a telephone call. But moments in the sense of the experiences, memories, and times in our lives that we want to hold onto and remember forever.
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One of the very first times I recall thinking I wanted to remember a moment and hold onto it extra tight was in high school as my family and I were at our cabin. We went there every single summer and we were doing what we always did that day – swimming, riding the four-wheelers, and eating homemade BBQ. But something happened inside me as I tried to store away in the back of my mind all of little details of that day. I started collecting moments, if you will. And I have been collecting them ever since.
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These moments and memories are something I cherish more than anything else. I now try to make a conscious effort to be on the lookout for views that take my breath away, enjoy more fully every second spent with those I love, and embrace unique experiences that I know are once in a lifetime. For me, that is what matters in life.
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The tricky part comes in remembering those moments. So, that is Why I Paint. I paint the family portraits, the wedding days, the family vacations, the group of friends - all those moments that I don’t want to rely just on my memory for. I want them on paper, on my wall, and there to remind me EVERY DAY of the moments.