And dilettantism is a humorous way to survive. Everybody understands you for it and everybody hates you for it. And not everybody chooses to be a dilettante. Many choose cunning and brute force.

I first think of intelligence. You need it for surviving in Italy because Italy is so pompous.

When I look at a drawing of a person, I look at that person as living.

Fashion is the pursuit of perfection, Style is the acceptance of one's flaws.

It is very scary to think mechanically about someone you know. That means that the second time you meet a person is useless. Which I tend to believe anyway.

If you want to compete in Italy, the only accepted ways are brute force, or cunning. Like Machiavelli says, "Fronte otra forze." And neither of these two "virtues" is suited to an artist. The artist has to stay intelligent.

I repeatedly refuse to make any practical decisions. I get a feeling of nausea about practicality.