There is a force that flows through us when we move out of its path. I don't exactly know what to call this flow, but, from experience I know what it feels like and there are times when I feel I acknowledge it in my fellow beings too. This vague feeling that burns gently within us is what I consider to be the source of all art and creation.

When one is under the influence of this force, or rather, when one's 'self' is missing and one is present, that presence and what it creates in the world is an inspiring and divine phenomena to witness.

When I observe someone in this space and moment, I become aware of being present in the presence of an artist. When I witness work created through this presence, I know that I am sharing space with another artist. A need to sing songs arises, but, I cannot sing. The feeling sits for a while within me and makes  attempts to share their light through the only way it probably can.