It begins with a small and subtle feeling which you attempt to rid yourself of, but cannot.  Then, slowly, you realize how truly magical it is, and are determined to do it justice by expressing it the best way you can.  Instead of wanting to force it out through movement or words, you find that it is worthy of something much more and thus are resolute on taking your time extracting this miracle from yourself.  In your mind pictures zoom and flicker in no particular sequence, their essences rubbing together ever so slightly to create an image you cannot yet define but recognize immensely.  Though the scene is blurred, one stroke of color on the surface puts it ever the more into focus, showing you the way.  Urging, daring you to test the substance of your vision, your song—your soul…to complete the picture in a way so that it is not a picture, but a snapshot of yourself; not how you’ve looked, but what you’ve seen.  Not what you’ve seen, but what you’ve imagined.  Not what you’ve imagined, but what you were destined to view and show the world.