Art, for me, simply means being aware of what I honor and honoring it well.

We all honor many things. But I don’t think we’re always aware of what we’re honoring. And even when we do, we might not honor it that well — we might not really pay attention to it.

Drawing, painting, and writing stories are my attempt to pay attention to what I honor, to say, “This matters to me, and here’s how I’m giving thanks.”

So, am I really into fruit? Ha, ha…. no.

What I’m trying to honor — with anything I draw or paint — is the substance of life. Here we each are, born unexpectedly, in a world of color and form and mass. We are alive, given a chance to touch this world. I love that. That’s what it’s about to me: to remember to give thanks for having been born and having these years on this earth.