My friend Sasha asks me on Saturday, February 22nd, in the evening: "Where are the prices on your website? Why aren't they on the front page?"
And here I am thinking, is it because I’m an idiot? But no, I believe I’m an idealist. What matters most to me is to create, to give birth, and to show what was born inside. I often have no idea how to sell it. And when I do understand how to sell something, it never actually sells. Honestly, I can’t sell anything at all.
If I were to be completely honest, I’d rather live in a world where nothing needed to be sold or bought. Relationships should be different. Both relationships between people and our relationships with things.
That's why there’s a shop on my website, but it’s more of an afterthought, even though there’s plenty to buy there.
The most important thing is to shape your idea, construct it coherently, and present it clearly.
And if you have nothing to eat, then, of course, money.
And this is Cien años de soledad.
There are three completely different works here.
But I like all of them.
And then suddenly, I realized—I didn’t even think to find out who the illustrator was…