The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.

这不仅不正确，甚至算不上错误。

死亡是一种幸福，是非常深邃的幸福——是在痛苦不堪的徘徊后踏上归途，是严重错误的纠正，是从难以忍受的枷锁桎梏中得到解放。