“Too often in the past we have thought of the artist as an idler and dilettante and of the lover of arts as somehow sissy of effete. We have done both an injustice. The life of the artist is, in relation to his work, stern and lonely. He has labored hard, often among deprivation, to perfect his skill. He has turned aside from quick success in order to strip his vision of everything secondary or cheapening. His working life is marked by intense application and intense discipline. As for the lover of arts, it is he who, by subjecting himself to the sometimes disturbing experience of art, sustains the artist – and seeks only the reward that his life will, in consequence, be the more fully lived.”
– JFK, 1962
