If there’s a thing, a scene, maybe, an image that you want to see real bad, that you need to see but it doesn’t exist in the world around you, at least not in the form that you envision, then you create it so that you can look at it and have it around, or show it to other people who wouldn’t have imagined it because they perceive reality in a more narrow, predictable way. And that’s it. That’s all an artist does.
(I'm rereading Skinny Legs and All. While I read, I think about when I read the book the first time. It seems like it was so far way away, but it was just a couple years ago. And oh, what a few years can do...)