paper copy

I want truth, as best I can get it,

as best I can give it, always.

I learned to draw because my family draws. I learned it because I loved the feeling of the pencil or pen in my hand. I also learned it because I love to look for, capture, and preserve what is true.

Ultimately, everything I draw or write will be a flawed paper copy of the world I interact with, and that is frustrating, beautiful, and okay, I guess. I can only see so much.