Anyone who knows what love is...

Precious the pilot

Sometimes I wonder why I paint. Sometimes it seems like a rather futile and odd endeavor. Particularly when it makes me want to scream in frustration. And I wonder... why? Why the hell am I doing this... but the answer is really simple... I paint because I can't not. :-)
To put it in the words of Irma Thomas 'Anyone who knows what love is, will understand.'
And speaking of love... here's my first face of the 29 faces and the new year in fact. My pilot, Precious. :-)