Sitting in the lap of the model you intend to paint never seemed to me to be the ideal location.

But yes, from the perspective that I felt I could have helped this team. We obviously won, but I think I could have contributed to the effort even more. Every week that goes by I feel better.

What is real is beyond all reach.

I am probably exaggerating a little, but I owe my equilibrium to ink and paper.

I enter the world called real as one enters a mist.

A child's fear is a world whose dark corners are quite unknown to grownup people; it has its sky and its abysses, a sky without stars, abysses into which no light can ever penetrate.