Painting is what I was placed here to do.

I step up to every canvas and ask “What do you want to be?” In that honest moment of creation I enter a different place. An alternate plane that transcends the blaring news shows, the honking cars in traffic, the concrete jungle and those who dwell there. A cloud envelops me. I am home. I am at peace. I am happy.

The first time it happened? 18 years ago when I first started painting. Wave after wave the energy hit me, I nearly collapsed. Painted through the night, in what seemed like a split second. As morning dawned, I stepped back from the canvas and witnessed a painting I didn’t remember painting. I was overwhelmed with the realization this is what I am here to do, as if heaven had fallen upon me.

This is why I paint.
John Beard