I need to collect my thoughts, allways. I paint and write, letting the thoughts and feelings stay there, on the paper, in that dimension... the dimension of art.
About three hundred of years ago, artists was believed to be connected to the divinity. They were looked upon because of their ability to create a vision of the artworld. I wonder where those beliefs went? But somehow, I think everybody still feels like that. I have rarely ever met a person who didn't get a captured sparkle in their eyes when they saw me draw or paint. Actually looking at the finished piece is not the same as seeing it being created infront of your eyes. I do not believe it was because of my talent or anything like that. I think that seeing art which touches a certain place within you, as it is being created is a mystical feeling. But what do I know? I treasure art to the core of my very being, so I might have too high hopes.
But what can you really think, when you see that kind of look on somebodys face when you express yourself? It reminds me of being loved. All of the artist must be sharing this feeling. The actors, the dancers, the singers performing on the stage. The musicians, the writers, the painters... all artist. Maybe everybody with a passion feels the same. All I know is that it brightens up even the darkest of days. It has done that for me. Letting the thoughts and feelings stay on the paper, there, in that other dimension... so you can feel like you are communicating to something greater than you. Something that makes all of your problems look smaller and even insignificant. It really is like slipping into another dimension... absorbing oneself into an astral being. 
An astral being - one with the artworld of divinity.
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