The pleasure that attaches to the artistic life comes in imagining what we might do as opposed to acknowledging what we have done.

If I were writing about Picasso and pointed out that he painted women because he was interested in the female form, that would seem like an obvious point. I don't know why people revolt when I point out that Rockwell painted the male figure and was interested in it.

Art never lies, I believe.

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