The other day I finally watched my rented copy of New York Stories. Someone, I believe on this blog, recommended it for Nick Nolte's character of artist Lionel Dobie. Boy, if there was ever a stereotype of an artist in a movie, this is it. But I loved the scenes of him painting. They were sensual and extremely physical.
In the movie, there is a scene in which Dobie's live-in "assistant," played by Roseanna Arquette, wants to know if she has any talent. He replies:
What the hell difference does it matter what I think? It's yours. I mean you make art because you have to. Cuz you got no choice. It's not about talent. It's about no choice but to do it. . . .
You wanna give it up? You give it up, you weren't a real artist to begin with.
Does a "real" artist ever give up?