the artist is engaged, eternally and infernally, but also joyously—even ecstatically—in a creative process that cannot recognize itself. It is a process [...] that in one sense is of the world but in another draws its maker out of this world. The artist is drawn into a state of intensely anxious scrutiny of both self and world that, if the conditions are right, may give rise to a voice, a narrative, a vision, that hails from somewhere far beyond the artist's ken.

introduction to Me & Other Writing Marguerite Duras
cortney cassidy