so much so much!

So many riffs So many ideas so much that needs to be branched.

My piano teacher once told me to play music the same way I choose colors when painting.

The colors we choose to paint on paper themselves are what evoke emotions from the observer--essentially, we have power over reactions that are yet to come. We are our own time machines that way. We hold feelings that people haven't even felt yet.
It may be true that 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder', but what isn't usually considered is that beholders' perceptions of beauty stem from the artists themselves. The artist birthed the beauty for the beholder. The artist birthed a plate of emotion and handed it to the beholder to react to.
The brush strokes which created a purple and midnight-blue pond with a lonely lily pad (props to Monet), are what SLURP FEELINGS out of people's minds.

We are mind slurpers and we don't even know it. And music is the exact same way.

This may or may not make any sense, but I think it's pretty fucking remarkable.

--Nina's rambling brain.