To me, art needs to evoke emotion. That emotion can be instant love or hate, and everything in between.

The paintings by the incomparable  J.M.W. Turner makes me feel still inside. I can look at his paintings for hours.

I want to see how he made his colours jump off the canvas in this one. What else I can see.

In moments like that, especially when I am standing face to face with a canvas, all thoughts disappear, and stillness is in my bones, waiting for me to take a deep breath, in awe.

Other artists have work that touches me, but no one but Turner can make me fall completely still.

I was at a Turner exhibit here in the Netherlands last year, and people next to me were looking at his art with a critical eye, this and that was wrong and this and that needed to be changed.

And I stood there, looked at it and felt silence. I could not think of one single word to describe his art. It just is all emotion and no emotion for me.