Eski Ustalar

His intense focus on the toll of creativity feels especially relevant in our productivity-driven culture. Did anyone else find this perspective both inspiring and unsettling?

The tone is so stark and contemplative—I'm curious whether Bernhard aimed to challenge traditional reverence for these figures or to examine their human flaws.

The detailed musings about art and aging felt immersive but also lengthy at times. Was this deliberate to mirror the slow decay of memory and reputation?