It is all too rare that I have an obvious reason to create art. For me it tends to hide in the wings, or just under the surface. It is a special occasion(good or bad) when life hands you a neat little package. Isn't it the same with raising a glass. You can speak of health, happiness, and love, but are they present? Does a toast to love mean that you feel love? Does an optimistic speech guarantee that you truly have something to look forward to? And even if you do, will the feeling last beyond the chime of the flutes?

The truth is, you can't know. We are forever drifting about, occasionally bumping into something or someone else, thus sending us off on a new trajectory. I am forever thankful for these somethings and someones. To you.
Congratulations, Bram!


Love,
Eric M.

Painting in Progress by: Eric Morelli