If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain:
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool the pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
Not in Vain – Emily Dickinson
I know some say that art can not – will not change the world, but one can hope it can make some difference. I, for one, do not paint for “pretty’s” sake. I feel a cathartic rise when I am in the studio. I don’t have unrealistic hopes, though, that I will change the world – I just want to make my viewers think for a minute or two. Is that really too much to ask? I wonder if it is, sometimes when I am putting my soul into a piece that means so much to me. It is then that I whip out some pretty. It really sells, doesn’t it – the pretty. Unfortunately, it isn’t enough for me. I somehow feel it necessary to force my opinion and what makes me feel good to say upon others. Does this make me egotistical – to think I have something so important to say, or that I have the right to say it to begin with? Maybe so. I reserve the right as an artist to put it out there. If one doesn’t like, one doesn’t have to look. I do hope that when one doesn’t like, they think about what it is presented – that is the most important thing to me. If they still don’t like, so be it. They have experienced it – it has not been created for any other reason but the experience to take with them. That alone means I do not create in vain.