PAINTING FOR ME —since I can remember and paraphrasing
Daniel Pennac— is a kind of company that cannot replace
any other, and cannot be replaced; while it doesn't explain
its purposes, it weaves a tight fabric of intimate complicities
between me and my life; secret, minimal complicities about
the ironic need to live and the absurd tragedy of life.
The reasons for painting are as mysterious to me as the reasons
to live. I believe nobody is entitled to wander around that
intimacy.
I'm glad that the few adults that showed me a painting, a
book, or a piece of music, generously chose not to ask me
what I had understood. And when I showed insatisfaction, they
usually replied with a calming "It's OK. Just keep painting".
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