Though the eye cannot see it,
nor the ear hear it,
nor the hand touch it,
the Creative Harmony, none the less,
is very real.
It dwells at the threshold of becoming,
shaping and forming
what will have shape and form
though itself, remaining formless and without substance.

So subtle is the nature of the Creative Harmony that,
while working, the master does not
perceive it as it overtakes him, nor does
he notice exactly when it recedes.(1)
Yet, once realizing the essence
of this ancient harmony,
he knows the harmony of his moment;
it expresses itself through him.(2)
 
 

  (1) When I begin a picture, there is somebody who is working with me. Toward the end, I get the impression that I have been working alone - without a collaborator.

(2) ...when the artist produces a perfect thing, he finds it difficult to imagine that it has been produced by him; he can do nothing but bow his head in humility before that unseen power and wisdom which takes his body, his heart, his brain, and his eyes as its instrument.