As an Artist, I discern this pleasing cycle often (I have even been so favoured as to find myself existing within it: both as the inspirer and the devotee or fancier, if you will); notwithstanding, it is so natural a circumstance so as to pass almost unobserved; and certainly unspecified and unexpressed. I; however, am consonant with this interconnection; art is both a source of and an impetus for genuine human emotion; both for the creator and the beholder; its reach, catharsis and influence can never be overstated.
Art oft inspires homage; which is to be misconstrued neither with imitation, which is suicide, nor envy, which is ignorance; rather when sculpture inspirits poetry, when poetry excites song, when song arouses painting.
When beauty begets beauty:
“Art should exhilarate, and throw down the walls of circumstance on every side, awakening in the beholder the same sense of universal relation and power which the work evinced in the artist, and its highest effect is to make new artists.”
— Ralph Waldo Emerson, Art