Moreover, I am getting rid of that devil who, as you know, used to stand behind me and forced me at will to “imitate”
Paul Cezanne. In his last letter to his son Paul.
open studios is a very strange thing, i watched a young couple walking around the building but with a steady gaze into the middle distance – a little above them and a little before them – never letting their eyes focus on any work or making eye contact. with artists or each other. they looked very unhappy. and they looked like they were wrapped in psychic armour, and their visit was cultural mortification.