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When I try and mentally engage in some measure of Art Subjectivity seeking tangents, I initially and automatically connect by use of association. I try and link art with my personal timeline of experience. But what happens when the mind is confronting illusive thought reaping and no label has a use? Has the mind, entranced, held captive, blanking out and running through all associative banks where meaning can objectively settle into the finale dot of definition? Now you see it now you don’t. Perhaps a “drive by” thought or a feeling like a hunch hits you emotionally, like a near remembered dream. What then happens in the near-realm of subjectively? This is the psychical jest of catalystical art. Winning words wine in the transitory platform where a different kind of viewer experience nests. A collective calm calls, coming forth, then, in a new now, a new here where the heart ear does hear. A center midst awaits as the mind drops its auto-modality. Then a place of soul emerges, remember? A sacred insight this way thus comes, like a light unblocked by the endless mental jabber. We may find ourselves beyond broken invisible chains forged of illusion yet lifted by illusion.