Growing up, I used to carry with me a portable tape recorder everywhere I went, with the intention of capturing ideas as they came flying by. I was always a believer that artistic ideas - visually or auditorily - cannot be forcefully developed into existence, but rather - exist somewhere between time and space, within another dimension that we as humans cannot yet conceptualize but all know it’s there.

And as creators, it is our job to recognize this resting place or “pocket” of intuitive knowledge…inventions… songs. Whenever we find resting place, as I like to all it, this is when true zen and euphoria or “being in the element” is figuratively breached.

Here's a collection of some of those moments...