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As we grow older, the artistic magic becomes a permanent fixture, but its constancy undermines its adrenal value. For experience's fingerprints streak across the chromatic luster of discovery. Once felt, we may never again be engulfed by the initial artistic force which encapsulates and dominates the untried, unbeaten mind. This is because nostalgia is for the old, and innovation is for the young. I understand this, now, at the age of 23.