I cannot explain my reasons, as I sometimes have trouble finding them. My life to date has been a sort of quest to find my voice, my style, myself. I try to hold the memories I have close, because forgetting is such a frightful thing to me. So I grab a pen, a keyboard, paper, what ever it is, and I try to capture the moment. The feelings, the thoughts, the sights, the sounds. In truth, the way I write is the way I think: in bits and pieces, scattered all about.
It's a bit vague, and I apologize. I'm still trying to figure out why I work the way I do. Though if it helps any, I believe in a form of minimalism; the only ornamentation an object needs is its theme.
Thank you very much for the bits of insight, and your interest.