There’s no doubt in my mind that I’ve become a much worse painter in my later years. I lack the temperament to execute my ideas as intended. I get easily bored, and my emotions often get the best of me. However, I think I’ve gained something different-something more authentic to who I am. I was never meant to create grand, multi-figure compositions or technical masterpieces. It’s enough that my work feels true to me. Truth can-and often does-come in quick bursts.