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I had spent a good part of the afternoon drawing, happily subscribing to those limitations which keep the enemy of art at bay.

While doing so, I was left with an odd impression of myself grasping at, what I am only now calling “that element of mystery” which seems wired into the heart of whatever was happening on the page.

It struck me that “this mystery in visible things” must possess a kind of inexhaustible potential for revelation.

Perhaps this might account for that dissatisfaction so often felt by painters. It seems to escape us in proportion to our striving to take hold of it.

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