Matisse nailed it…

"Each picture, as I finish it, seems like the best thing I have ever done, and yet after a while I am not so sure. It is like taking a train to Marseille. One knows where one wants to go. Each painting completed is like a station-just so much nearer the goal. The time comes when the painter is apt to feel he has at last arrived. Then, if he is honest, he realizes one of two things— either that he has not arrived, after all, or that Marseille is not where he wanted to go anyway, and he must push farther on."

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