Art is jealous: it requires that a person surrender himself entirely to him.
- Michelangelo Buonarroti
It's true. When I pick up my brushes, I do not immediately start painting. An intense heat engulfs my whole body, my head is on fire. At these moments, I understand that art takes away my peace of mind and brings confusion to my head. I think that everything that makes us "not even breathing" owns us.
