Painters paint. Whether they sell or not ,they paint. They are moved by the song of the birds, the dance of the waves, the caress of the wind. Painters paint. They are in love with the light and the shadow. Intoxicated by color. Painters paint. They make love with passion. Celebrate their heartaches with abandon. Nothing matters as long as the paint flows and the brushes dance. Painters paint. They paint the blues away, they paint a new tomorrow, a possible past, a powerful present, a fantastic future. Painters paint. I'm a painter. I paint.... What's your excuse ?

(Photo: Rodney Victoria )