Just a Thought
I was recently trying to write start writing my paper for this class. I really wanted to use an eloquent "Lolita"- like style but I found myself struggling for metaphors and eloquent language. While staring at a nearby tapestry on my wall I was reminded of the art classes that I took in high school. In the peak of my art career I remember looking at things and not seeing just chairs or shoes. I saw colors, their relations, hue, depth cues, shadows and shading. This seems to me to be similar to what the author must do. He must not just see red. He must see the vibrancy or faded color, whether it is a Red Deliscious red or more of a Ava Gardner red lipstick.

The author must be able be able to discern every one of the differences between each sensation and what that sesation resembles. It is not just a matter of seeing but of hearing, smelling and tasting what things are and are not like. They seem to be the supreme artists because they must have an uncanny grasp on everything in order to have an adequate replication of what it means to be human.