Who is man, the artist? He is the unspoiled core of everyman, before he is choked by schooling, training, conditioning until the artist-within shrivels up and is forgotten. Even in the artist who is professionally trained to be consciously "creative" this unspoiled core shrivels up in the rush toward a "personal style", in the heat of competition to be "in". And yet that core is never killed completely.
Happily, the book offers advice on how to re-connect to the core. The book views drawing as a form of meditation and a way to connect to all things.