The work of an artist
is waiting.
Paul Theroux writes about Graham Greene:
I had the feeling of a kindred spirit, a fellow sufferer, who was completely alone, who had only his work and who, after seventy years, woke up each morning to start afresh, regarding everything he had done as more or less a failure, an inaccurate rendering of his vision, a betrayal.
(This is in an absolute treat of a book called Picture Palace)
October 27th, 2007 at 3:15 pm
Hi Tom, just discovered your blog - its an entertaining read, particularly to this sailor (Boomerang 20, Westernport Bay, Australia). That long film download at Fascia2007, about migratory fascia - did you get much from it? Regards P