Seeking an echo of my own dilemma, I read art criticism and other writings. Today (for now) I found it reading this,

[Her paintings and drawings] look unflinchingly at what is, and at what man does, and at the dimensions of solitude, and they are systematically touched with love.

–p. 433, Portraits: John Berger on Artists, New York: Verso, 2015 (edited by Tom Overton) John Berger on the art of Vija Celmins