Absolutely! When I paint, I often feel the same branching curiosity as a tree—each line splintering into little bursts, like a melody weaving through a string section. It’s like the music’s crescendos and silences echo the way sunlight filters through leaves, and suddenly I’m in a world where paint splashes feel like orchestra bows. It’s a sweet, chaotic harmony that I chase, even if it feels like I’m chasing a rainbow.