I think we’ve all woken from a dream or left an art gallery or movie theater — or closed a book and felt this strange quietness afterwards. There’s a stillness in the mind; it’s resting, but curious too, and these fresh ideas flutter around waiting for us to focus on one of them. But we let them flutter away for now because we feel good and we know the idea will return. It’s meditative and calming. It’s also rare and so whenever we can get that feeling, we’re grateful for it. I get this feeling after watching the Truffaut movie, “400 Blows,” or from running in the rain, or finishing a Steinbeck novel. I get it after discovering a new artist who makes me want to dedicate every waking hour to creating art. It’s encouraging. It’s honestly like nothing else. It’s a wonderful feeling. To be able to channel it into art is no coincidence. It feels right. Art and Feeling go hand in hand. I characterize myself as having a wide range of interests when it comes to creating my own art, but all of which I pursue with an expressionistic motivation. Color, medium, composition, the subject, and the process itself should all be informed by the expression of feeling rather than their physical reality.