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Thanks for this Julie (I think).
It is always a dueling feeling I get when I become aware of the depth of a piece of art, whether it be a print like this, a painting, a sculpture, a poem, a novel, a song, etc. The first feeling I get is one of awe. The realization of the depth of the human artistic intellect, the effort it takes to create, the inspiration that sparks it, and the vision it spawns. Awesome.
The second feeling I get is hopelessness. I realize the futility of my place in the pantheon of those who call themselves artists. I am scribbling in the dust. I am a poor, lesser Prufrock. We are legion — Ha!
So thanks, Julie. You made me think : )
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