To live is to choose. To choose is to create. To create is to be the artist and the art.
A Brief Sample:
Life is precious, inspiration is fleeting and death is inevitable. Initially, the artist stares at his blank canvas. He is angered and then saddened. He lives to create and he cannot. He simply stares, gazing at what should be a canvas full of color. His is the human condition for those who have yet to reach an appreciation of the absurd. There is only emptiness, an abyss.