The subject means little. The arrangement, the design, colour, shape, depth, light, space, mood, movement, balance, not one or all of these fills the bill. There is something additional, a breath that draws your breath into its breathing, a heartbeat that pounds on yours, a recognition of the oneness of all things.
God, God, God! Oh, to realize so completely that you could utterly let go and passionately throw your soul upon the canvas.
