Art (Creation) is the framework on which we hang all of our meaning. Objects, shapes, and colors colliding and aligning in such a way, that it evokes a certain feeling, touching on truths that eyes alone cannot bear witness to; Language, a spelling of the Unseen, cast in its name, the structure we cling to, like driftwood riding an unruly current of Emotion. The object itself is just a portal we step through, the medium used to get us to that place, but suddenly we’re there. The images conjured in our mind upon this encounter is the fruit that is always ripe for the picking. We need only to bite into the flesh of it, and let the juices course their way down our cheeks like tears of joy at the remembrance of union.
– Astral Moonbeam