...must an artist be?
Here's a lengthy article on Oliver Sacks, whose work I first learned about during a frigid February walk prior to breakfast at St. Peter's Abbey a number of years back. It was still dark, the road solid ice, our breaths clouding our way, and there I was, slipping with each step, listening to a writer talk about A Leg to Stand On, the first book mentioned in the article. I now own a number of books by Sacks.
I like the description of his office on the first page. I can't imagine using a typewriter, much less typing on yellow paper.