Every work of art is the child of its age and, in many cases, the mother of our emotions.
A first encounter with any new phenomenon exercises immediately an impression on the soul.
Why can’t I stop painting my mother?
Portrait painter extraordinaire
Ending a friendship over diagonal lines
The truncated lives of women
Spirituality comes first, cult status second
There is no God, only Truth
The world isn't ready
How to paint music
Artist turns modernism into equal rights activism
A genius colorist fights schizophrenia
What if you only painted bottles for your whole life?
The man who ate the world's art
The unblinking anxiety of modern life
A painter of inner and outer worlds
Eating the canvas
Sponsored by a queen