Life is art
I don't think words can represent a visual (art) piece any more clearly than a visual (art) piece can replace words, except perhaps in poetry. Although, words in response to looking at an art piece, can open a new visual situation on understanding the art, the actual 'seeing' comes from a more personal, non-verbal, and internal place within the viewer.
Why do I make art?
This seemingly simple question of words is better described than answered. It is an insistent enigma, a recurring conundrum, a muse infested paradox that also asks me, who am I? How many times does a bus driver or jet pilot, or doctor get asked about the internal process that makes them tick and do what they do? I 'make' art to get as close as I can to my humanness, to myself, to you, and my life's possibilities. It's what makes me tick.