Anger and depression and sorrow are beautiful things in a story, but they are like poison to the filmmaker or artist.
And painted portraits have a life of their own that comes from deep in the soul of the painter and where the machine can’t go.
An artist need not be a minister or a collector in church, but he must have a warm heart for people, and I find it a noble thing that, for example, no winter passed without The Graphic doing something to keep alive sympathy for the poor.
An artist is a creature driven by demons. He don’t know why they choose him and he’s usually too busy to wonder why. He is completely amoral in that he will rob, borrow, beg, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done.