This sums up my feelings toward art, all art, which I think is - at least partly - the stuff of magic. There is little that gives me greater joy or frustration than painting and writing. I have been practicing one or the other as long as I can remember, and often both. At the bottom of art is the will to communicate, and I hope to communicate well!
I paint, or write, pretty much all the time, and when I am not physically at it, I am thinking about creating something. Inspiration is under every rock, behind every tree, inside every smile or tear. Why do I love to create? For the same reason I love to dance; for the sheer pleasure of doing it!