Of course I constantly despair at my own incapacity, at the impossibility of ever accomplishing anything, of painting a valid, true picture or even knowing what such a thing ought to look like.
But then I always have the hope that , if I persevere, it might one day happen.
And this hope is nurtured every time something appears, a scattered, partial, initial hint of something which reminds me of what I long for, or which conveys a hint of it - although often I have been fooled by a momentary glimpse that then vanishes, leaving behind only the usual thing.
— Gerhard Richter , ‘The Daily Practice of Painting’ (underlined, by me in 2000, in my copy of the book)