Why do I make art and where does it come from ?

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Through my studies and while looking at the world through the lenses of science, philosophy and art, I came to believe that they are all just different ways of looking at the same thing.

Nature.
I believe that in nature everything is one.
That the borders and divisions that compartmentalize the world into different systems are concepts that we, as humans enforced on a boundless whole in order to navigate our bodies through it.
And although we sometimes seem to be individual agents in a compartmentalized world, I believe that there is much more that connects us than that divides us.
Things that we all share
There is a stream below consciousness, an ocean before concepts and thoughts in which the nature of our very existence connects us at our cores.
Where the makeup of our bodies, hearts and minds is the same.

A space beneath the illusion that we are all alone.

Or as one of my favorite authors put it:  beneath "the collective hallucination that we call reality."
I enjoy this belief and it comforts me to know that I share it with some of the world's largest religions and philosophies. In buddhism this idea is inherent in the concepts of anatta, dhukka and anicca, in hinduism in prana, atman and brahman, in daoism in the dao, in greek philosophy in henosis and christianity I don’t know well enough … :).

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The thought that I am but one appearance of an all encompassing nature, always connected to the world through the air comforts me when I feel alone.

Since my art is made from my dreams, it is the stuff that dreams are made from.

Windows into a world without reason and doubt. Without logic and judgment.

Where things just are and one exists in whatever form befits the mood.

Here I am free of my bounds as a human thinking machine. Free of my bounds as a man amongst men. Free of the bounds of behaviors and rules.

Able to let my mind rest and bask in the waters of the ocean beneath thoughts.

That is where my art comes from.
I create it in the flow. I try to think as little as possible while I paint, write or sing.To let go of what I think is right or wrong and allow myself to really connect to my core.
To nature, to life, to a force that is in all of us since the beginning of time.

It is in that state between actions and thoughts. Between wanting and doing where my work comes to life. 

I understand now that I have always been drawn to the realm between philosophy and science. The space between ratio and anima, the gray zones where the division of art and science becomes obsolete.

When I close my eyes but can’t fall asleep, my mind thinks about the collective subconsiousness, about artificial intelligence and our evolutionary role as the parents of A.I. Things I wonder about are questions like : Will machines feel love ? Will they suffer from the human illusions of separation and individuality ? How can we teach machines a moral conduct, particularly if we, as a species haven’t fully learned how to behave yet.

What is love and what is consciousness and what is the nature of perception.I can't really control these thoughts and I don't know why I think them, but I enjoy what they do with me and so I will just keep on going. I am happy if our paths intersect.