Have you ever tried to explain to someone why you do what you do? How about trying to explain that funny feeling you get in your stomach when you are in the zone? For you, it defies words. It’s a feeling. An emotion. How do you explain or define emotions? For me, it is what drives my creativity, my willingness to be different. It can’t be contained, as some people would prefer. Without that connection to my emotions, I would not be the artist I am. A few weeks ago I was having a conversation with my mother, bless her soul. She so loves me and wants to understand what drives me. When I try and share the connection between my emotions and my creativity, I start to babble. Well I understand it all, but I could not formulate the words I needed to make her understand. So she thinks I’m a babbling artist, and probably most of my friends do, too. But that’s ok, because I understand me. I understand the rush of emotion I feel when I witness the wonder and beauty of nature. I understand the constant craving for learning something new or how to do something better. I understand the feeling of “anything is possible” whenever I pick up my camera. I understand it. It’s what drives me. It’s who I am. It is also a lonely place, because no one else understands, the way I do.