Great word, Donuel. I've had works of visual art affect me in a similar way, and often when I least expect it. It has nothing to do with style or whether I "like" that particular artist's work. Something about the spirit of a piece can grab me by the ankles and turn me upside-down and shake me until my brains rattle. It most recently happened when I discovered the work of a poster artist named Gary Houston. I saw his work displayed among hundreds of other posters, and was unprepared for the visceral reaction they evoked in me.

Even colors and color combinations can move me very deeply. There's a particular shade of blue that is like a gateway to eternity. I've seen it in Tiffany stained glass windows, some iridescent ceramic glazes and in a handful of paintings. It inevitably sends me into something like an altered state of consciousness.

Elmer