…the perfection of activity that is never conscious of itself… that’s painting, or writing, or doing what I was created to do – creating, itself. Like Madeleine L’Engle said – we were created for nothing other than to create, like our Master. And Chambers describes that self-conscious-less state when a painter forgets himself and opens up to the creation, when a writer is so overcome by the words that she loses her grasp on her present time and place, when a sculptor thrills to the touch of his tools so much that sleep and food are unnecessary.
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