Perhaps the moment in which art has met reality I have found the ultimate bliss. When capitalism allows for personal identity and when oil painting becomes trendy. When the human form is also an intellectual identity and rather than a sculpted form in space. When Miss Kitten's music is always playing on the radio and people dance for free expression. I wait for these days and until then my reality is my own and you can join my chuch: The Chuch of free expression.
