It was important that I learn that what I wanted was no different from what other artists wanted: … - Beverly Pepper

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Any of us who listen to the news or listen to stories our neighbors tell are accustomed to violence. We have to decide then to ignore the violence and create a gentler world in our fiction, or to heighten the violence through the use of point-of-view in order to explore it and gain some insight and understanding. Since I'm living with the violence and trouble in my brain, it's kind of a relief to write about it, to get it on paper, to put it in context, to find meaning in it.

Beverly Pepper

It was important that I learn that what I wanted was no different from what other artists wanted: confidence that I could be my own censor, audience, and competition.

Artist, Audience, Censor, Competition, Confidence

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In the end, I feel that one has to have a bit of neurosis to go on being an artist. A balanced human seldom produces art. It's that imbalance which impels us. I often think that all I want to do now is to avoid suicide, accidental or otherwise. Other than that, I think living on the edge is what drives my work and me beyond a certain point. The artist lives with anxiety. When you finally reach a plateau of achievement, there comes a new anxiety - the hunger to push on still further. That angst is what makes you go forward.

Accidental, Art, Artist, Imbalance, Suicide, Thinking

I don't believe that you can put content into art. The content is in yourself.

Art, Believe, Content, Don'T Believe

I realized. . . that the artist is always alone. Early in life I had thought I needed other people to confirm or approve what I was doing.

Artist, Being Alone, Creativity, Life, Realized, Thought

I go to my studio every day. Some days work comes easily. Other days nothing happens. Yet on the good days the inspiration is only an accumulation of all the other days, the nonproductive ones.

Accumulation, Good Day, Happens, Inspiration, Studio

In the end, I feel that one has to have a bit of neurosis to go on being an artist. A balanced human seldom produces art. It's that imbalance which impels us. . . The artist lives with anxiety.

Anxiety, Art, Artist, Goes On, Impels