Who am I as an artist?

After talking about it for a couple weeks now, and doing art for the entirety of my life, I realize that asking who I am as an artist is intimately connected with the larger question of who am I. Its evolved in skill and precision, but I think my larger intentions were the same when I was painting with my grandma at age 4. Then, and now, I am ferociously curious about the world around me, and seek to document it and explore it through my art. All forms of communication are limited, language through speed and vocabulary, facial expression through misinterpretation. Art is yet another form of communication for me, indeed - it seems to hold true that a picture is worth a thousand words. I draw what my words can't describe, what I can't show to others - be it a feeling, a story, or something else in our world. That's why art is important to me. But additionally, I choose to focus on the moments, however small and mundane, that compose our human experience. Because oftentimes, more than our wildest dreams and fantasies, our own reality is what is truly breathtaking. As a result, I dive into the mundane and explore it for longer than I initially expected. How about painting a shipwreck on an island? I ask. I then spend hours painting out the cracks and bumps on the rocks, exploring the complexity that surrounds us. I use my computer and other 'non-expressive' mediums so that I can tame the art - so that it won't rise up and rebel against my intention. That's who I am as an artist, someone who uses art as a tool to express what my words can't, to express something about the human experience.