One afternoon
No one can be a painter unless he cares for painting above all else. It is not enough to know your craft - you have to have feeling. Science is all very well, but focus imagination is worth far more. (Edouard Manet) Edouard Manet (1832-1883) At 15 o'clock I got down to work. Original version: bottom - shining black, turning yellow in the upper parts, until completely white. Against this background represented in form of symbols thrown up hands. After sketching and applying the first layer of paint: banality, daub. I laid the canvas on the floor and I started spilling the paint on it watching carefully what was going on. It moved like a living being, like a human, it changed from second to second. Once it was dark, and after a while its surface was a bit of white again. I have never experienced such intense integration with a picture. At any moment, I could stop the growth of paint that was breathing and it was alive. Then I thought that I would like to perpetuate it. It