In the end, I feel that one has to have a bit of neurosis to go on being an artist. A balanced human seldom produces art. It’s that imbalance which impels us… The artist lives with anxiety.
The artist lives with anxiety. When you finally reach a plateau of achievement, there comes a new anxiety – the hunger to push on still further. That angst is what makes you go forward.
In the end, I feel that one has to have a bit of neurosis to go on being an artist. A balanced human seldom produces art. It’s that imbalance which impels us. I often think that all I want to do now is to avoid suicide, accidental or otherwise.
