I want to cultivate the seed that was placed in me until the last small twig has grown.
It is my duty to voice the suffering of men, the never-ending sufferings heaped mountain-high.
Look at life with the eyes of a child.
While I drew, and wept along with the terrified children I was drawing, I really felt the burden I am bearing. I felt that I have no right to withdraw from the responsibility of being an advocate.
Genius can probably run on ahead and seek out new ways. But the good artists who follow after genius - and I count myself among these - have to restore the lost connection once more.
I do not want to die... until I have faithfully made the most of my talent and cultivated the seed that was placed in me until the last small twig has grown.
To this day I do not know whether the power which has inspired my works is something related to religion, or is indeed religion itself.
No longer diverted by other emotions, I work the way a cow grazes.
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