The love for art is not born so much from looking or listening, but from making.

Those who experience a work grasp only a thin trace of it, the visible surface of a much deeper process.

Art takes shape when inner experience finds a body, when one’s reading of reality is translated into matter, gesture, sound.

In that passage there is something rare and radical: perhaps the closest thing to the experience of the divine that lives within every human being.

And it is there that true magic happens, not in the work itself, but in the silent bridge that connects the one who creates with the one who receives.