What is art? What is an artist?

It is merely a way of putting your best foot forward and progressing through life with your head held high when nobody is watching you. It is loving oneself, being proud of oneself ever more as the days go by, laughing, crying, feeling warmth and cold and hunger, but only out of pride and because that’s what you wanted.

It is loving, hating, dreaming about some kind of journey beneath your closed eyelids…

It is about being frightened at night and waiting for dawn to break to fall asleep.

It is about leaving one day, towards a country where it is always night time, sick with fear, terrified by that unacceptable word they call ‘eternity’…