Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
I love Art because every bit of it makes me afraid. Drawing her eyes, his hands, getting the tone right, everything—constant fear. And that fear eaten and the bitterness digested has increased the courage of my life tenfold.