You adapt yourself to the contents of the paintbox.
Beauty is as relative as light and dark. Thus, there exists no beautiful woman, none at all, because you are never certain that a still far more beautiful woman will not appear and completely shame the supposed beauty of the first.
Drawing is the art of taking a line for a walk.
I still come closest to success with drawing.
An active line on a walk, moving freely, without goal. A walk for a walk's sake.
Art makes something a lot more visible or audible.