I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly.
The better a work is the more it attracts criticism it is like the fleas who...
My work always tried to unite the true with the beautiful but when I had to...
In our open society we are inclined to give to the less fortunate for the pure goodness of giving. We open our home to those who are alone on this holiday to spread some warmth into the life of another.