An artist reveals his naked soul in his work—and so, gentle reader, do you when you respond to it.On the other hand, in a Q&A, she says:
You have no way of knowing my sense of life, although you have a better way of knowing mine than I have of knowing yours, since you've read my books, and my sense of life is on every page.... Nobody but my husband can give me works of art and know infallibly, as he does, that I'll like them.As for art
it reveals
something real
but only a part.
The rest stays concealed.
The soul
is too vast
for the whole
to be passed
through words, tone,
paint, or stone.
Love alone
reaches that goal.
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