how we wish we were so possessed – a vision, a notion, an ethereal stirring so desperate to taste air and breathe life that something like this fires right from the fingertips.
it’s how we’ve always imagined the artistic, the musical process; both a spill of fluid, operatic story. curves of a woman painted across a treble clef. artists that birth the most adored amongst us. a human in touch with mystic. a dying breed.
consider us so moved, then, to start to use our hands to create (despite our lack of both ethereal stirring and creative medium).
tell us what you do, if you will. inspire, s’il vous plait.