My problem.

 from Janet Malcolm’s profile of photographer Thomas Struth in the current New Yorker:

     ”Struth’s invisible cloth of obliviousness was as necessary to his art-making as the actual cloth he worked under. To enter the state of absorption in which art is made requires reserves of boorishness that not every exquisitely courteous person can summon but that the true artist unhesitatingly draws upon.”

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