the ghost of Rincon, adapted from a Ron Stoner photo of Miki Dora, both feeling the music

I mean LOVE the music, Live IN the music. Do artists LOVE the line, the shading, the glow, the contrast, the kinetic movement, the depth, the reality and the magic, all on a flat surface?

Hopefully. No, I know they do.

Do some of us long for the ocean; miss the coldness, the moods, the transparent and so-briefly lifted remnants of such wild and distant violence?

Yeah, when we’re binge-watching something on Amazon (not that I mind) with the rain blowing sideways from the completely wrong direction. But, I still feel the music, hear the music, the beats and silences between the interval, still can, at will, see the visions stored away; somewhere behind too many walls, lines of passion, and boredom, and broken or delayed or destroyed dreams, and those already-fulfilled, dancing to music through time and distance; coming in in waves.