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I
painted this picture to show how frail an artist is.
The border between the two states is so thin that a
single mistake is enough to pass from glory to ruin;
it is true that if you are strong you can get over it,
but there will be consequences.
Does the excessive emotion within me make me so vulnerable?
The more I set my artistic style, the more I stagger
under the smallest attack from one of my peers.
The more congratulations and supporting I get, the greater
the overwhelming is after a slight disagreeableness.
The greater notoriety gets, the more the fear of tomorrow
injures my mind.
Every time I paint a new picture, failure is forbidden
because I want to avoid this mental wreck.
I do not mean I work for the critics, but I work in
fear of repeating myself, without going higher anymore.
Doesn't balance in life go through this border?
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