I sometimes wonder how much of what we think is truly our own thoughts—how much is actually instinct or genetic predisposition? How much is the result of the prevailing environment and its beliefs?

I believe the only way to discover the answer is through the act of creation. An individual is unique by definition, and for a work to truly come from the self, it must embody and express that individuality. Great art seems to encapsulate that quality, but in such a way that the observer can see something of what the artist envisioned. The work resonates and induces a feeling deep inside, and we are moved. For all its individualism, the creation is accessible.

To me that is an extraordinary paradox and illustrates why great art is truly great.

The Austrian pianist, Artur Schnabel, said of Mozart:

“The sonatas of Mozart are unique; they are too easy for children, and too difficult for artists.”