Sara: As professor emeritus, you ought to know why it hurts. But you don't know. Sara: You know so much, and you don't know anything. - Ingmar Bergman

We make an idol of our fear and that idol we call God.

Our social relationships are limited, most of the time, to gossip and criticizing people's behavior. This observation slowly pushed me to isolate from the so-called social life. My days pass by in solitude.

On the whole, however, art is free, shameless, irresponsible, and, as I said: the movement is intense, almost feverish, like, it seems to me, a snakeskin full of ants. The snake itself has long been dead, eaten, deprived of its poison, but the skin moves, filled with meddlesome life.