No one can say if you are that person who, given good paint, good brushes, and a fine canvas, can produce something better than the factory man. That is, and has always been, beyond the realm of science. You do have the attitude of the dreamer about you. For that reason, I haven't the heart to argue anymore about this - it is a hopeless talk. And for a simple factory man like me, an effort must be abandoned once its hopelessness is exposed. Only the artist perseveres in such circumstances.David Wroblewski
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Great artists are able to produce works of art in their own style, unlike factory workers who produce the same thing over and over again. A great artist does not have to be in a creative mood in order to create, unlike factory man who depends on the mood of the moment. Great artists are able to produce something better than the factory man.
Source: The Story Of Edgar Sawtelle
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