(contemporary artist ; albania, greece)
When you want to fly, but you have no wings; when you want to give a great punch in the stomach of the authority, and you can't; when you want to change the world, but the only thing you do is to observe how prosaically utopian is this; when the coldly nights of winter, in a deep blue sky, you want to pee the Moon, and all you finally succeed is to make your self wet; when the dross of the socials and moralities have surrounded you:
“The only thing you can do is to desire to swallow the sun, and to try, even if this seems unthinkable, to register the billions of its colors. This titanic act, which goes many times over the limits; which eats and burns the dust of prosaism, and fill your life with a great energy and lust for the exploring of this world, and uncountable combinations of colors, is that which can escape you to a heavenly world. And is so beautiful there! ”
I love being a painter, even that moment, when I feel
how fatal is to meet reality through this filter. ...