On the Death of Tim Russert - "The Art Of___??"

Upon hearing of the untimely passing of Tim Russert yesterday, I thought of his personal view of himself upon having achieved his certainly deserved stature.
He was in absolute awe, and without a trace of ego, of where he had taken himself ; that is, as one of the most powerful journalists of his time.
He, more than once, remarked to either members of his family, or close friends a virtual disbelief of his success, constantly reminding himself of the humble beginnings and the ascending road that lay ahead.
It reminded me of a letter Mozart once wrote to his father, stating pretty much the same thing; namely (to paraphrase), "Did I really write that composition? How can it be?" And in the 1938 translations by Emily Anderson, this letter can be found. And, as I recall, there are other letters by Mozart with the same unanswerable question.
Beethoven, in 1802, in a letter written to his brothers, but more really to himself, rationalizes into extinction the possibility of suicide, because of the oncoming deafness which he first sensed, probably, in 1798, for a simple reason - he had been put on this earth to do a very particular job.
He certainly was in awe of his own gifts.
With journalists such as Edward R. Murrow, or the young Richard C. Hottelet (who, incidentally, was the only American journalist ever jailed by the Nazis on charge of espionage, but released after four months , as, fortunately, the jailing took place a few months before America had entered the Second World War), it seems to me that the phrase "the art of" can be attached to virtually any subject, if the communicator of that subject demonstrates the importance of assiduous creativity in whatever thesis emerges as product.
Oppenheimer, the great American physicist, and father of the atomic bomb, certainly demonstrated that physics was truly an art form through his enormous enthusiasm connected with the unraveling of the mysteries of his pursuance, such as a Mozart or a Beethoven does in unraveling the elements of sound in order to convey that vital message. Many of Oppenheimer's students thought of him as an artist by way of his manner of presentation.
Russert (or for that matter the likes of Murrow and Hottelet), in(as all great artists must do), was, from my view, most assuredly an artist within his field - perhaps this is what thrust him into prominence (as were, ultimately, the Mozarts and Beethovens).