Art exists because some things cannot be understood without being felt.

I've been wondering about my motivation, something I do infrequently as most of my time is spent putting down thoughts and feelings that come, like dreams, without conscious intent. And that's the conclusion I came to: that scientists can't explain my feelings with any more depth than I can explain Quantum Mechanics, but that if any other person feels the same things as me because of my artistic expression, then we have explained it to each other in a sense.

-Evan

P.S.- I'll be doing this every week