She was prepared to sacrifice just about everything else in the cause of artistic integrity and final success. Take it and pay the price. Emily Carr was prepared to pay for it. It may be that future generations of Canadians may come to regard Emily Carr's writings as just as important and valuable as her paintings. Even if she had never laid brush to canvas, her literary work adds up in quantity and qualilty to an assured place in Canadian letters.
Vision is the essential ingredient of both arts.
If you can see vividly enough you can convey it, and the medium isn't that important. I don't think it is entirely irrelevant here to suggest that Bruce Hutchison's lively writing owes something to the fact that he aspired to be a cartoonist when young, and was gifted in that art. To acquire any taint of complacency, or to look upon success as anything but fortuitous would seem to me to surrender all hope of growth. W HICH brings us back to Emily Carr, who must have felt so on many occasions. Emily Carr's journal registers the moments of ecstasy as well as the agony.