“Ricostruiamo un dialogo interrotto fra arte e fede” dice Ravasi parlando del padiglione della Santa Sede alla Biennale. Che invece non ricostruisce un bel niente, vedendo presenti, anziché Gasparro, artisti spiritualisti e pertanto non cristiani. Giovanni Gasparro, La Donna vestita di sole. Olio su tela, 325x180 cm, 2012.
Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. This day is all that is good and fair. It is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on yesterdays.
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist. ― Vladimir Nabokov
I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.