“a moment of complete happiness never occurs in the creation of a work of art. The promise of it is felt in the act of creation , but disappears towards the completion of the work. For it is then that the painter realises that it is only a picture he is painting. Until then he had almost dared to hope that the picture might spring to life”. Lucien Freud – Art and Illusion, pg 94
“Admittedly, there will always be some who will rebel against such enslavement of their senses, people who may even prefer to read Shakespeare’s play at home rather than have their imagination clash with that of a film director or theatrical producer; and, who can blame them, considering the way unsolicited intruders often impose their vision on the play? And yet, seeing a tolerable production on the stage still differs from reading. It may not compel our senses in the way the film compels them, but a performance certainly assists our imgination, or to recall Shakespeare’s words, our “imaginary forces”.