With the painting of Thirst I wanted to capture one of mankind’s greatest needs and failings. Physically our bodies are 90% water, so it’s no mystery that we are drawn to it by a strong, even overpowering desire as represented by the primitive youth crouching at the pool. But modern man thirsts for more than water, we thirst for happiness, love, and meaning. What I find ironic is that even millions of years haven’t erased our wariness, our fear of danger. It’s this paranoia that robs of us the simple pleasure of quenching our thirst once we find a source to satisfy, whether it’s a new home, a career, a loving relationship, family, friends even God. We crouch at the source, hurriedly dip our hands into the pool, and gulp it down quickly as we search with our eyes for danger, real or imagined. Seldom do we relax and enjoy the “source,” much less spend time gazing into it’s depths…if we would only pause to look down we would find ourselves reflected in the very heart of our source of happiness, love, God…how much sweeter, cooler, refreshing would the simple task of quenching our “thirst” be?