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The More Accurately One Can Illuminate A Particular Human Experience, The Better The Work Of Art.

Maybe That, Really, Is As Good A Definition As Any Of An Artist In The World: A Ruthless Person.

An Abiding Preoccupation For Me Is How Much Of Our Lives Are Invisible And Unknown By Other People Like The Chekhov Story The Lady With The Little Dog.

Just Because Something Is Invisible Doesn't Mean It Isn't There. At Any Given Time, There Are A Host Of Invisibles Floating Among Us. There Are Clairvoyants To See Ghosts; But Who Sees The Invisible Emotions, The Unrecorded Events? Who Is That Sees Love, More Evanescent Than Any Ghost, Let Alone Can Catch It? Who Are You Tell Me That I Don't Know What Love Is?

There's A Reason Why Trainspotters Are Not Girls, There's A Reason Why There's The Myth Of The Slightly Autistic Male Genius, There's A Reason Why Gertrude Stein Believed That Her Self-presentation Was Male. One Could Argue That Was Susan Sontag Also. The Things That We Associate With Femaleness Are Not The Single-minded, Exclusive Pursuit Of A Vocation, Whether It Be Art Or Anything Else. It Is Not A Model That Is Widespread In Our Culture, It's Not Something We Think Of For Women.