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All The Things An Artist Must Be: Poet, Explorer Of Nature, Philosopher!

Everything Vanishes Round Me And Good Works Rise From Me Of Their Own Accord.

Nature Is Garrulous To The Point Of Confusion, Let The Artist Be Truly Taciturn.

From The Root, The Sap Rises Up Into The Artist, Flows Through Him, Flows To His Eye. Overwhelmed And Activated By The Force Of The Current, He Conveys His Vision Into His Work. And Yet, Standing At His Appointed Place As The Trunk Of The Tree, He Does Nothing Other Than Gather And Pass On What Rises From The Depths. He Neither Serves Nor Commands He Transmits. His Position Is Humble. And The Beauty At The Crown Is Not His Own; It Has Merely Passed Through Him.

Children Also Have Artistic Ability, And There Is Wisdom In There Having It! The More Helpless They Are, The More Instructive Are The Examples They Furnish Us; And They Must Be Preserved Free Of Corruption From An Early Age.