I make art, because

Many people have an urge to create art and make things, and I can’t remember a time when I haven’t felt this way. Perhaps because the impulse has been so constant for me, i’ve largely taken it for granted and never really thought about why I do what I do.

For a long time I also thought it wasn’t important to explain the process of making art (vague/self absorbed/nebulous) and that making the work came first and talking about it was a distraction.. I still think this to be honest, but also if i’m honest, it is insecurity that has stopped me sharing my thoughts on this topic, not any other reason.

So I’ve tried to answer the question as frankly as I’m able, not being grandiose, but also not being embarrassed by the wonder of the process.

I make art; mainly because it feels good to do so. Not the rigmarole of measuring and plotting out, or working digitally; but the experience of the body, led by the hand and the eyes when drawing or painting. It is sensational.

There’s also the pleasure of creation; giving substance to an idea. I don’t think it’s hugely different to the satisfaction associated with being productive; baking a loaf of bread, or growing a plant.

Third is the regular foray into freedom that working artistically allows. I don’t believe art is ‘free’; it needs to adhere to some set of rules to work, but nevertheless to make art is to be in a space with many freedoms and possibilities, and I find this provides relief from an increasingly demarcated and ruled world, and provides some hope too.

Lastly, it’s nice to focus your attention and love on something.