Artists, who by striving to create great works of art, court almost certain failure (and more often than not end up as alcoholics, or drug addicts, or suicides, or homeless, or in the madhouse, or some combination of these) and cannot be expected to display the same dispassionate behavior as those who work traditional jobs, endeavor to raise respectable children, and contribute weekly to retirement accounts. Therefore, if countries and governments wish to celebrate artists’ creations they must be willing to put up with a certain amount of aberrant behavior–as long as that behavior does not cause permanent damage or death. Because it is this behavior, this willingness to go where others dare not go, to risk what others dare not risk, that is the fuel that produces the art. Without it there is no art, there is only shopping and television.
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—A Tincture of Madness
About Terence
My new novel, “A Tincture of Madness,” tells the story of one of America’s greatest filmmakers who is locked away in Bellevue Psychiatric Ward against his will.
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