I met briefly with painter Freddy Muñoz yesterday. He is a dedicated artist who is probably in his 7o's. Highly respectable and venerable; he has truly walked the walk. We spoke about his recent show, sales, why we paint and things of that nature. Concerns common to both of us.
All of which makes me want to address the matter of why I paint. I'm 60 years old (who ever thought they would live that long? It was comforting thinking I'd be dead by 40). Reflecting on life so far, it would seem that some of us were born NOT to fit into the world-at-large. As it should be. By referring to oneself as an artist, it is somewhat possible to distance oneself from many of the petty goings-on and absurdity of everyday life. But there has to be more to it than that.
What are artists doing?