During my hour + ride to work every weekday morning I get the privilege of seeing the sun rise. Purposely I keep the visor up and allow the sun to fill my eyes (There is a health benefit for this as well and if you know me you know i'm quite obsessed with stuff like that).
This always new, ever different pattern of clouds, oranges, pinks, blues and even greens, inspire and fill me with something words can't share. But, in that moment I remember those same feelings of wonder, amazement and inspiration when I look at art. The two subjects are completely parallel.
I could stand before that amazing sky and talk with you about why it's so compelling. I could share the wonder and try to put into words my connection to it but would fail miserably.
Words can't compete with art.