I do not want to die... until I have faithfully made the most of my talent and cultivated the seed that was placed in me until the last small twig has grown.
While I drew, and wept along with the terrified children I was drawing, I really felt the burden I am bearing. I felt that I have no right to withdraw from the responsibility of being an advocate.
I want to cultivate the seed that was placed in me until the last small twig has grown.
Genius can probably run on ahead and seek out new ways. But the good artists who follow after genius - and I count myself among these - have to restore the lost connection once more.
No longer diverted by other emotions, I work the way a cow grazes.
For the last third of life there remains only work. It alone is always stimulating, rejuvenating, exciting and satisfying.
