“I haven’t had much time,” said Wynne, ruefully.
“Of course not. After all, the medium doesn’t matter—it’s the motive that counts. Have you determined on your motive?”
“I have learnt enough to show people what they are.”
“Then don’t. That’s a cynic’s task, not an artist’s.”
“Sometimes I think that one is but another name for the other.”
“Not it. An artist shows people what they might be.”
“Yet many have climbed to the peaks” (he was too self-conscious and diffident, with added years, to say the Purple Patch) “by holding up a mirror.”
Uncle Clem shook his head.
“A mirror should only reflect beautiful folk,” he replied. “There are better things than to be a man with a camera.”
“I sometimes wonder if there are.”