If an artist does not spring to his work as a soldier to the breach, if once within the crater he does not labor as a miner buried in the earth, if he contemplates his difficulties instead of conquering them one by one, the work remains unachieved, production becomes impossible, and the artist assists the suicide of his own talent...The solution of the problem can be found only through incessant and sustained work...True artists, true poets, generate and give birth today, tomorrow, ever. From this habit of labor results a ceaseless comprehension of difficulties which keep them in communion with the muse and her creative forces. Honoré de Balzac
Amen.
Posted by: Kristen | June 15, 2009 at 12:12 PM
thanks for sharing that :)
Posted by: Kasandra | June 17, 2009 at 11:00 AM
wow. great quote Lori! Love it!
Posted by: Carie | June 23, 2009 at 12:45 PM
thank you Lori. means more than you know.
Posted by: lisa | June 24, 2009 at 08:20 AM