Real art is devoted. I have lacked in devotion. I am a dilettante. BUT, seeing as you want to do this I feel the hopeless need to guide you; after all it may be useful… hehe to both of us; later, much later. Art breathes a deeper breath. It is choked by our mundane occupations. It is choked by not expressing. Be careful, because it is not ‘all expressing’, that is a schoolboy error that we always fall into, like jealousy, vendetta, compromise. It is a misture of all of these + the willing and gracious acceptance to die; for an hour, a minute.