Art never progresses, do not confuse it with science, it just changes faces and ways, to say the same things every time. Art is something very simple and the artist is wise. Wise and the grandmother of the apartment across the street, wise – not at all unlikely – and the president of the Academy. The message of the work of art is always poetic, even when it represents the massacres of Chios or the boots of Ban Gogh. You do not have to feel and love art. It’s just a privilege. But what a privilege!