The Artist

is many things. She is at once the beholder and the beheld; the consumer and that which is consumed. She gives herself over to words, to the destruction and creation of meaning. She finds beauty where others see none. Sensitive to detail, she feels everything. She separates the darkness from the light, the other from the subject, calling them night and day, she and I. She is the creator of binaries, and thus perspective. She measures the distance between the sun and stars and joins them to tell stories. She is everybody and nobody at once – the shadow of society's collective unconscious. She can fly,

but she is also invisible.

That is why the world reveres and fears the artist.