Synopsis Artistic action is a strange fury. It has to be cultivated with trust – in fullness, like the patience of the mountains, in quiet waiting, all alone. That which is in front is evident but eyes alone are not able to perceive. From form to transform there are many unfamiliar possibilities where truth lies hidden. Without doubt, intelligence, reason and the divine energy residing on the top of restrained fury, the inner flame, alone are the best means of artistic action.