[Dedicated to Scargyle, because her status today about this made me feel all the things.]
Why did you make that?
someone asked the artist.
A seemingly simple question, but it carries
weight here.
Why would you ask that?
Would you ask that of an accountant? Or an engineer?
An artist makes
because she needs to
there is a compulsion as second-nature as breathing
for her
a meeting of the mystical and the mundane
in that which she creates.
Why did you make that?
Because I wanted to.
Because it wasn't there before.
Because I needed to.
Because making is in my blood.
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