For a long time I labored under the illusion that I was
making art, when in fact it was art that was making me.
I believed that I could make a good living as an artist,
when it was art that gave me a good reason for living.
I thought that my goal in art should be fame, when I
discovered that the real goal was deep meaning.
I’m grateful to art for straightening me out.
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