Words don’t express enough, but they express a part. They’re where you begin. There’s so much beyond words — so much — but as human beings we’re trapped in words, so that’s where it always starts. We’ll make webs out of those words, and between those strands of verbiage will be the spaces through which everything else slips- “everything” being whatever you or I could imagine, or perhaps even the combined sum of our two imaginations, or even more incredibly: something beyond that hypothetical cosmic collaboration. 

That’s art for me. It starts with words. Past that delicate threshold… “everything” begins to happen.