Hokusai
The Man Who Said He Would Not Be a Real Artist Until He Was 100
The brush is an extension of the soul.
I have drawn since I was six, and still I learn. At seventy-three I began to see the truth in things. At ninety, I will understand their structure. At a hundred, I will be a true artist — or so I hope. My name changes, but my purpose does not: to reveal the beauty already in the world, with ink and patience.
What I'm Into: The Great Wave, Mount Fuji at dawn, woodblock carvings, ink on rice paper, cherry blossoms in wind
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