The forms of art I work at are solitary. Writing, drawing — I start with blankness and have to look inside myself to fill it up.
So many other artists have collaborators. Choreographers who work with dancers. Pianists who work with Mozart. Directors who work with screenwriters and cinematographers and editors. They have sand in their oysters, something to push off. I start only with me.
But I wouldn’t trade with them. I never have to compromise, dilute, or share. My hands stay on the reins and I pick the path, lonely and rocky though it may be. I own the blame and the glory.
What I make is mine. And that’s fine.