I’m in no mood to paint. I open a cold one and decide to listen to some music. I choose a James Brown CD.  I turn up the volume and soon my mojo demands that I start to dance. After a few seconds, I start to picture the sounds of the instruments, his singing, as if I can reach out and touch each musical chord.  I keep dancing but I can’t shake the sounds traveling around the room for me to see. I grab a blank canvas and paint feverishly what I see in my mind, what I feel in my body. I dance until the painting is finished.