What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.
An artist's saddest secrets are those that have to do with his artistry.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Artists often keep their deepest struggles about their creative process hidden from others.
This quote by Willa Cather highlights the internal challenges and emotional struggles that artists face regarding their work. It suggests that the most profound and often sorrowful aspects of an artist's life are tied to their creativity and the complexities of expressing their innermost feelings through art. This hidden turmoil can be related to self-doubt, the fear of criticism, or the pressure to perfectly convey one's vision, which ultimately remains largely unseen by the audience.
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Example use cases
During a lecture on the emotional challenges of creating art, I could use this quote to illustrate the internal struggles artists face.
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