This is a story about an eccentric and lonely painter who keeps on moving from one city to another.

The painter goes out just if necessary; the rest of the time he spends painting.

Without knowing where to go, every afternoon he raises his eyes to the sky, turning them towards where the greatest madness of man lives, breathing in the vast colored clouds and listening to the highest play of air mirrors.

My story is a simple one, wherever I go I will do the same. I will paint with so much obsession and repetition that this will be my simple world: rampant escape, maze, cage and stone prison.

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