Keeping a foolish dream alive makes one a fool.
Society has always needed fools: the fool is both self-electing and made from without, by the society.
The fool bears the shame of society’s fears. The fool is a scapegoat.
The painter today is a fool.
The painter today becomes familiar with shame. The hot flush of shame, the constriction of muscles, the desperate need to hide. The painter accepts these feelings and holds them, and smiles warmly.