The truth is, anyone who puts so much of herself and her life into art as you do must naturally fear any failure in that art as a potential threat to your life. And so you protect your art more than you protect your health or the common forms of happiness the rest of us have. And you probably have this in common with every artist you admire.Arthur Phillips
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The truth is, anyone who puts so much of herself and her life into art as you do must naturally fear any failure in that art as a potential threat to her life. And so you protect your art more than you protect your health or the common forms of happiness the rest of us have. And you probably have this in common with every artist you admire.
Source: The Song Is You
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