I paint to satisfy my curiosity about the world. I know when I start the painting that, whatever the topic, I will soon have a much deeper appreciation for the inherent essence and subtleties of that subject.
For example, if I’m working on my series of “Horses at Home in Maine”, and I start out with my observations and sketches of the horses that live in a certain pasture, then after a while I will have some indication about which horse is the boss, which is at the lower end of the pecking order, and which horses have a close friendship that excludes the others. The structure of their society becomes revealed as I paint. Of if I’m working on a painting of a boat, then soon I will have a lot more knowledge about that boat, and will have told myself a story about its travels and adventures, the people who use it, the storms it has endured.
Painting is my chance to interpret the world into the language of the paint. Can I convey my delight in this world, despite all its troubles? Certainly, I will have more peace by the time I am finished. Anxiety and frustration fall away as I construct an illusion of three dimensions on the canvas.