I grew up avoiding calling myself an artist, until I accepted I am one.
Μore comforting than yoghurt on a sunburn.
Τhe respectful treatment of the unknown.
Τhe creative way we encounter our fears.
Τhe freedom of being misunderstood.
Τhe subtle yet deep ogle, which will never happen again.
Creating with no remorse and no expectations.
Finding ways to get you out of your own quicksand.
Also, Andrei Tarkovsky on art, here.