Isn’t it a pleasure to see people enjoy working on their passion? A musician swinging his body forward and backward slowly, swaying his head a little, while playing with those keys on the keyboard with his eyes closed on a moment of nirvana that only music can give. Or a chef shaking the stuff on his pan as if he is doing a salsa, playfully picking up the spice powders and spraying it on top of what is being cooked in the pan, as if he is making a move with his dance partner. Or a soccer player, who lets himself be the instrument that he wants to play, while feeding on the sweat, that odor, that his body produces.
You don’t know what chord that musician is playing, or don’t even know what a ‘chord’ is in terms of music, or you don’t know what the chef is cooking, or what that move is called in soccer. Yet their passion speaks to you. Not necessarily the art, but the passion. The art, right there, is a vehicle, a link, that connects you to his/her passion. Isn’t that amazing?