Always pursuing something just out of grasp, but sometimes, maybe in the blink of eye - holding on to it for a glimpse of a second. Then take that feeling - the discovery - the truth - and multiply that by a billion heart beats and beads of sweat and that right there is the art.
Art forces my body to move. I have to make it or else I don't move. I stay dead and in bed.
They all mash into one category - molcules alive and moving!