When you view a work of art think about where it came from. How it rose up from deep inside a soul as a thought, a vision, a feeling, a passion, and from there it appears on a canvas only a whisper of what existed moments before in the most private shadow of their souls sanctuary , in a place that never has words. Drifting to their finger tips where the movement begins to flow and move and create and then there it is laid out before you. From there you welcome it in and it begins to create emotions that stir within your own shadows, from that place that whispers things to your very own passions, those things that you never have words for. Viewing a painting is like reaching into the center of someone's unspoken dwelling place, finding their heart, holding it in your hand and claiming it for your own.
