Great art conveys the secret longing of a pilgrim for home. Great
art is seldom created by
comfortably rooted citizens who have
always stayed in the same place. Nationalism spawns first-rate
propaganda, but second-rate art. Art expresses displacement,
uprootedness from the ground of origin. All beauty is bittersweet,
pervaded by the musk of longing and return. The artist transforms
this yearning for the lost motherland into omnipresent beauty.