“When I was a younger man, art was a lonely thing. No galleries, no
collectors, no critics, no money. Yet, it was a golden age, for we all
had nothing to lose and a vision to gain. Today it is not quite the
same. It is a time of tons of verbiage, activity, consumption. Which
condition is better for the world at large I shall not venture to
discuss. But I do know, that many of those who are driven to this life
are desperately searching for those pockets of silence where we can root
and grow. We must all hope we find them.”

Untitled (1963) by Mark Rothko