— me, myself, and I.
"When an artist stares at his work for hours, it is not out of ego. Art is very much like a child. It comes from the mother, it is of the mother, it is nurtured by the mother, but when it comes into the world, the mother is suddenly and vividly aware that this is something very much apart from her, and yet one. And so she dotes on the child. Not because she is vain of her accomplishment, although she may be proud, but because she is suddenly aware of the common bond that ties us all. It is the same with the artist. He cannot stop looking at his work not because of its beauty through him, but because of its beauty DESPITE him."