Inspired by something I may have seen, as I recollect in my mind, the work begins to describe itself to me as a kind of prose.  Building layer upon layer, the colors play their sounds for me, and I listen to each one, combined with the next as a music of inspired memory telling, reading to me their parts as I conduct the arrangement.  Vivid colors contrasting with darkness, defined by assumed light and shadow, these sounds sing in my head as I work to bring harmony together with melody, sometimes expressed as dissonance, sometimes as distortion, often times as disconnected phrasing.

These impressionisms become visual metaphors.