“To speak of creation, There is always a guilt that throbs every
artist’s heart on taking the credit of a piece of art that the creative force
in the universe has thrusted inside of a human heart and stretched one’s
hand towards building sand castles and lines on the ocean. It’s surreal,
neither to be seen or to be saved. But if it is both “seen and saved” it
could mean the force was strong enough to indulge in the play of the
world, to rip apart the womb of the heart of a man and come out, to
stretch its wings and break the cage, to scream till your voice reaches
the moon. In all such cases it’s always a mystical force that creates art
and never the artist.”