I would hope they would experience the kind of ecstasy that I experience when I encounter what seems to me a great work of art that has a certain compositional beauty, a certain kind of balance, a certain kind of rhythmic energy that can’t quite be explained.1 I can tell if once — when I go to a play, which I don’t do anymore, but I used to be able to tell if the play was good. Sometimes I’d be sitting there, I’d be saying, “At moments I like this, and at moments, I don’t like this.” But I would notice that if my solar plexus was tense, yeah, it was good.2 It was energizing me in the right way.3

  1. Standing On Only One Leg, Urban Altars []
  2. Sculpting In Time []
  3. Intelligence Of Nature []
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