Even the name stirs emotion. Those that appreciate the creative can never get enough and those that are opposed, shudder in the artists presence. I know the latter best as that has been me for most of my life. I am coming around, so all you aficionados, be patient with me. The fruit of the creative process will leave its mark when you are least expecting. John Steinbeck's The Grapes of Wrath hit me like a ton of bricks. There were many parts of the book I enjoyed, however, the description of the turtle crossing the road and making his way up the curb was a fingerprint that is indelible.
What is the feeling in your gut when you hear "artist"? What is that feeling based upon? What works inspire awe? Can you imagine the artist at work? How has this work influenced who you are? Have can you express your appreciation for the artist?