I love when people have an piece of art on their walls. A piece of art they really like. That they look at for huge amounts of time, just to warship it.
I by myself am a little different. My muse of art is listening. At a lazy Sunday evening, when you kind of shake off the craziness from the weekend and find yourself in front of your excellent stereo. You put a track on which means something special, something like sonic art for you. Sit on your sofa with your eyes closed. Listening, no – not listening… feeling what the artist is telling you through the speakers spreading divine emotions inside your ears to your brain…

That’s how i worship my art.