“The compelling thing about making art—or making anything, I suppose—is the moment when the vaporous, insubstantial idea becomes a solid
there, a thing, a substance in a world of substances. Circe, Nimbue, Artemis, Athena, all the old sorceresses: they must have known the feeling as they transformed mere men into fabulous creatures, stole the secrets of the magicians, disposed armies: ah, look, there it is, the new thing. Call it a swine, a war, a laurel tree. Call it art.”
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Audrey Niffenegger,
The Time Traveler's Wife
