Why I love painting

I didn’t start painting until I was about 20 years old. I had drawn since I was 2, and played around with watercolors and acrylics a time or two, but it didn’t really “take” for me.

My sophomore year of college, however, I was required to take Painting I for my graphic design major.

That’s when everything changed. I was hooked.

I fell in love with the buttery texture of oil paint, the give and take between the brush and stretched canvas. Pigment on top of pigment. There’s something honest and beautiful about the art of painting. It feels organic and true. Dirty. Earthy. Visceral.

I spend a lot of time in front of a computer for my day job, so pushing pigment around on a stretched canvas makes me feel alive.

These days, painting is a bit out of fashion, as the avant-garde art world seems to favor installations, assemblages, and performance art. But I don’t think you’ll see me quit painting anytime soon.