It’s always been most important for me to figure out “my space” rather than trying to check out what everyone else is up to, minute by minute. Technology is making it easier to connect to other people, but maybe harder to keep connected to yourself– and that’s essential for any artist, I think.

The true artist is not proud, he unfortunately sees that art has no limits; he feels darkly how far he is from the goal; and though he may be admired by others, he is sad not to have reached that point to which his better genius only appears as a distant, guiding sun. I would, perhaps, rather come to you and your people, than to many rich folk who display inward poverty.

You say great artists sell their souls for their art?”

“Maybe,” she ventured.

“That’s true, I suppose. If you’re doing it right, anyway. I’ve probably sold mine. Jack’s certainly sold his. And you, I imagine.”

“I have not!” she said, anger showing clear in her eyes.

“Not literally,” he said hastily. “But we give up being a person to be an artist, don’t we?

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