The most beautiful part is that it invents itself. Simultaneoulsy, it re-invents us. The most intriguing part is that it is re-occuring: continuously becoming - therefore necessarily evolving and revealing. It is shameless because it reveals itself through us without permission, without the necessity of qualification and without the consent of choice. It is bold because it will simply arrive. Its existence is self-sustaining because its essence transcends us. It hungers only for our presence. When its passion beings to dance-we become its frenzy. When we dance in its frenzy we become its fantasy. When the energy becomes synergy-we transmit chaotic bursts. These bursts fuse into pulses that emanate and illuminate the impulses and intuitions that guide us. The visions are moments that actually exist. They transcend time so they are actual glimpses of a timelessness. When we free ourselves to submission we become one with creation. It is here that art and life merge and become one and the same moment. It is here that art will breathe with us and inform us of itself and ourselves. It's like magic. Art. Art is like magic.