...i was fascinated by the stories he shared, by the fire, over a cup of sweet tea with manuka honey... about life, and living in The Czech Republic during the Russian occupation, his accent easily transported me into his tales.... we are truly blessed to live in a land where art, literature, music and thought can be enjoyed so freely.
Reading the book, i found this.... and felt it should be shared....
Art is essentially something which happens to the artist,
not something the artist makes happen.
to quote Jung again:
The creative urge lives and grows in him
like a tree in the earth from which it draws its nourishment.
We would do well therefore,
to think of the creative process as a living thing
implanted in the human psyche.