“The Wind that Blows Through Me”
For me, a major – perhaps the major – criterion of any work of art is whether the viewer believes not that the artist has painted it, but that it has been painted through him. As D. H. Lawrence proclaimed, “Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!”
Then the artist will have helped to heal the viewer by establishing a link for him between the physical world and the Spirit World. At last, he may be Whole, coming to find “the Unity, the One, out of which the manifold is manufactured, the One appearing as many.”
 Swami Vivekenanda, Raja-Yoga. New York: Ramakrishna-Vivekenanda Center, 1982, p. 17.