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[briseur]

The anguish of the Artist, and her joy
Is the repeated stripping away of veils
And being surprised, each time, to find
What (s)he's always known to be hidden behind them.

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[binary_pi]

I've had that experience, but have never considered myself an artist. I would argue that this is part of the human experience. At least of those people who think. And now I find myself wondering what the definition of an artist is, and whether I might be one after all.