this is from sarah glidden, in hyperallergic. she was sad that she didn't feel the faith in evolution of hilma af klimt, that she wasn't the future hilma envisioned. but she read a letter left in a notebook of af klimt, with no addressee:

you are bewildered by what we have told you, but the phenomenon we are trying to explain is truly bewildering. it is what we call the secret growing. how often have we heard you say that everything is futile, that nothing comes from all your labors. yet like amorphous buds, your endeavors sprout in all directions. you see everything as formless and forget that this is a sign of life.