Art does not die. Art has never died. Rather it transforms, evolves, keeps pace with its time. It has undergone an acceleration of its course and a shift of its position with respect to the border with reality, first approaching it, then overlapping it, and finally overcoming it. It is linked to the 'here and now’, yet exists between dream and reality. It is a dimension of eternal present, albeit between life and death. It exists in a state of perpetual becoming, its fluidity represents a symptom of its own vitality. Art is not only alive, but it gives life.