Some nights when I can't sleep I look at art...
Your art sometimes; moments of your inner most psyche, moments you so kindly share with me, instances that will never see the light of day, scattered thoughts that I am privileged to witness, your fractured creations, your inner most workings.
Some nights your art makes me smile...
Some nights it makes me conceive of foreign places, of foreign spaces and imaginary realms. It makes me wonder about the Physical Impossibility of the Mind... I yearn to know its process. In its presence I allow myself to create a world in which it comes alive and inhabits its own reality; a physical space of aesthetic existence that goes beyond physicality.
Once inside it I can touch sound, I can feel every dimension simultaneously and taste aesthetically rendered notions. It makes me release my mind from its normal thoughts and step outside my own body, it makes me playful, in delight it brings back a child like wondrous yearn to explore every crevice.
I conceive myself in its reality and inside it I am transformed; I can be a glimpse of light, I can be magical sound, I can be beautiful poetry, I can fly... guided through the melody of its aesthetic paths my mind dances alongside every contour, every line guides my sight to discover the sum of our inner most psyches combined.
Some nights when I can't sleep I see your art...
I am transported to an imaginary universe of sublime aesthetic renderings, I become omnipresent and for a moment, I allow my psyche to dance to every single one of your decisions, each manipulation I perceive is allowed to lead me, to guide my interaction and to make me delve deeply into its very unique existence, an existence that for a single moment we share.
When I can't sleep and my subconscious dances to the melody of your creations, my soul is at peace and transcendentally creative... It helps me breathe