The loneliest of artists is the painter in front of the canvas or sheet of paper. It is the utter horror and no wonder that some of them would resort to taking drugs or automatic drawing.
I suppose it's like flying a plane, the crucial moments are allegedly the take-off and the landing, meaning where to begin and equally important when to stop. Eventually these moments decide whether you are safe or you crash. That is by the way the reason I do not believe in animals as painters, for all I know these most important decisions are not taken by themselves but rather by people. It is people who provide them with the material, it is people who snatch the painting away from them.
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