It was a bone-chilling winter. But I’m a reliable uncle; I always manage to show up just before things take a turn for the better and the sun sluggishly peeks out.
誰能擺脫藝術家，繼續在畫作中存在？ 誰能不再做藝術家，卻仍保留畫家的身分？ 誰能不再做藝術家，卻依然保留藝術家的真正本質？ 是什麼阻礙了藝術家成為藝術家？
