It feels quite natural to visualize color, movement, and brush strokes when I listen to music, especially jazz. I close my eyes and I can feel the images. The drive to paint these images is persistent.

Monolith landscapes take me to a place of peace. Areas of organized space and shapes soothe me.

On the other end of the spectrum, expressive brushstrokes, bold color and movement release me. I find joy in my large scale work, my brushstrokes made with whole arm and body movements. 

This is a pleasant obsession, only a burden when without the supplies or the time to bring the images from mind to matter. 

Is there something in your life that makes you feel this way too?