My dream is still alive. Mr. Dream stands there, in silence, in front of me, with that light-hearted air, between amused and sad. He’s refined, dresses well, and he’s staring at me, seated on the bench under the oak.
Never take anything for granted, and be ready to grasp the meaning of your evolution. Our evolution and art are closely linked, whatever your art is. In a certain sense, when genuine, art is the mirror of who we are.