What was any art but an effort to make a sheath, 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? --Willa Cather from Song of the Lark (1915).
This was read to us this September by Robert Bateman after the Birds in Art museum show in Wisconsin.
..."the shining, elusive element which is life itself..." Cather says it best. It is often what I want to capture in my work.