The longer most people live the more they love life, though as the years pass that becomes ever more difficult. More worries, more illness, less time, less money. Something similar is happening to me in regard to art. The longer I live the more I love art. It is just as impossible to determine what life is as to determine what is art.
Many well-known artists, writers and philosophers have tried to define art. I think that it is fundamentally impossible to give such a definition.
Of all the attempts to understand art Leo Tolstoy's is closest to me. He said that art means one human being conveying a feeling to another person. Not an idea, not a thought – but a feeling with a capital "F." Here I fully agree with him and I try to follow that simple and brilliant definition.
When I draw people my credo is kindness. Here again I am a follower of Leo Tolstoy. If sarcasm sometimes makes itself felt in my drawings it is in the form of a benevolent smile or gentle humor that allows me to stand off to the side, but it is imbued with love and feeling for a person. When I see an unhappy person I suffer along with him. Hence my second credo in art: kindness, love and feelings for a human being, particularly when he is troubled.