Emotion combined with an artist’s discipline is the rarest thing in the world.
That is the creative artist – a penalty of the creative artist – wanting to make order out of chaos.
The creative artist is the one wanting to make order out of chaos. The rest of us just accept disorder -if we even recognize it- and get a bang out of our five beautiful senses, if we’re lucky.
The grave’s a fine and quiet place but none I think do finish their books from there.