I chose to be an artist, a painter, because in this I was grappling with something that transcended the falsehood. How so? When I stood before a tree, for example, and sought to “describe” its form and color and where it “sits in space” with respect to everything surrounding it, I am stripping myself of all human theory about the tree, any of their “knowledge” of it. I am a being capable of responding to the world in a straight, simple, intuitive way, with my “natural intelligence”. As a painter I focus on the subject in front of me, what I see, and this restricted realm at least is surely real. If I felt that my work was small, almost completely insignificant, in light of such a huge world that needed nearly endless solution and correction, it nonetheless was in pursuit of something true, and in the end of my “workday” I have something beautiful that makes people happy.