I live in a state of great joy and great sadness.
“A truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him…a touch is a blow, a sound a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, and create–so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or building or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency, he is not really alive unless he is creating." Pearl S. Buck
I put this up in our sculpture studio years ago. Merry Christmas!
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