TARA YVONNE

The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanely sensitive. To them, a touch is a blow. A sound is a noise. A misfortune is a tragedy. A joy is an ecstasy. A friend is a lover. A lover is a God. And failure… is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create… So, that without the creation of music or poetry or books or photography or something of meaning, their very breath is cut off. They must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown inward urgency they are not really alive unless they are creating.
~Pearl S. Buck