In the studio Tuesday, April 19, I experienced something mysterious. 

My studio is in the same building as The Friends of the Library. Used books and cds are on a rack in the hallway, and at my disposal. I listen to a cd; if I like it, I buy it; if I don’t like it, I return it to the rack. 

Tuesday, I chose to listen to Black Sabbath, a hard rock band from decades past — lots of hard guitar, drums and male vocals. I was alone in the building, so had the volume turned up pretty loud. I was not listening to the music or the words of the songs, I was just focused on the painting before me.