“Surely all art is the result of one’s having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, to where no one can go any further… Therein lies the enormous aid the work of art brings to the life of the one who must make it — that it is his epitome, the knot in the rosary at which his life recites a prayer, the ever-returning proof to himself of his unity and genuineness, which presents itself only to him while appearing anonymous to the outside, nameless, existing merely as necessity, as reality, as existence.”
~Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Letters on Cézanne”
(By way of Brainpickings. A fantastic article on what is, without question, one of the web’s best blogs).
Robert Mitchell Jr. 