Certainly I was relatively a refined person. No way a tramp.
I owe it all to art books, chocolate and young men.
I'm not too interested in books about India.
But you can't realize, you can't know what another person goes through.
The second time I was there I met Marcel Duchamp, and we immediately fell for each other. Which doesn't mean a thing because I think anybody who met Marcel fell for him.
And then, of course, most potters, they go in for earth tones and subdued things, and I like color.