....art is climbing and striving for something, not a bundle of 'rules', nor a bundle of 'feels' or taking another man's ideas, and tacking them onto that man's ideas and making a mongrel idea and calling it my own. It is seeing dimly beyond, and with eyes straight ahead in a beeline, marching right up to the dim thing. You'll never quite catch up. There will always be a beyond. It would be terrible to catch up - the end of everything. Oh God, let me never catch up till I die. Let me always be feeling up and out, and beyond and beyond into eternity.
text: Hundreds and Thousands, the journals of Emily Carr
pg. 155
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