While looking at the eyes of my pet, I understood.
The professional mastery makes a baby the Artist ( a taxi driver, or the doctor- the professional) Yet that growth comes at a cost of killing the child inside us. Just think.
Once upon a time, the famous artist threw away his instruments of a sculpture and thus became Socrates who is known to all world now. Nothing have changed till now. An attachment to the dead matter shadows the spirituality. Not beauty of shapes but God’s Spirit gives us as a birth as the eternal life.