Copying
one self, is to lose one's identity and smother one's present.
At the risk of disorienting, I let myself go totally in practicing my art, rejecting
all logic, reflection, all obstacles likely to imprison me within whatever form
of expression.
The creative act soothes my torments, calms my
rage or prolongs my moments of happiness.
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Giacomo
de Pass
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