a sketch is like going for a walk under some trees: you find a thousand unexpected forms just there, being what they are, all in harmonious movement. a finished work is like a garden where plants are all alike, kept in the same state, never allowed to grow or decay; no movement anywhere. 
one looking for a finished work might find it, by chance, in a sketch read through the glasses of intention. it is true that, after all, rain falls equally everywhere.

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