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Sunday, December 12, 2010

And the little white dove, made with love, made with love

There's this thing that happens, often, when I listen to music.

I think it's the result of my current state of mind aligning with the emotion of a piece of music, such that listening to it just feels incredibly right and inspirational.

I've always kind of wondered if there was anything I could do with that feeling, powerful as it is.  Is it possible for us to transform the emotion we're given as an audience into our own creation?  I think it must be.  It's a difficult feeling to hold on to long enough to get into the act of creation, however.

Perhaps visual arts are more useful for that sort of thing; they can sit on the wall and stare at you, delivering their emotion continually for more than a few minutes at a time.  Maybe I need to do a better job of surrounding myself with sights that I appreciate; not simply music.