Exactly, as sense of satori. Like a potter at the kickwheel, with a well practiced hand, every touch of the finger, pressure, easing, and pushing, making a spit second speed of light razor's edge of NOW into something beautiful. Or a painter riding that lightning flash second as the brush makes contact with the canvas.
Or, a golfer, after having seasoned every muscle to make that split second contact with a ball, the moment that ball makes contact with that fraction of an inch spot on the ball, NOW happens. Or a baseball player swinging a bat, two objects in space colliding, practice, memory, control, and then letting go to let NOW happen.
It is NOW, and it is both letting go and memory.
It is the creative junky that rides this lightning bolt of NOW, but very much it is memory. For without memory, a batter swinging a bat at a ball, a club at a golf ball, or a brush on a canvas... is just a clumsy ape, grasping at rainbows.