Could I build my own bridges without the bridges outside the city? could I paint the ceilings of the church without a ladder that would support the stories and pretensions of the artists who were born and died before me? they may have painted the ceilings of all the churches in the city, but now that I'm here they've also given me the paintbrush. The city of before had many angels, had many demons, many tried and many heroes, then may have more. The walls of the house are white like that of the other dwellers, with time some may remain the same, others full of paintings. There may be many churches while being painted, but when the windows are closed the feeling is that there is only one in my house.
Could I be a great king with just my crown when there are many others with crowns too? we may have a messy and inspirational studio, but there are so many other studios out there that judges need to run the organization. Perhaps the flowers that I grow, the neighbor also cultivates and his great-grandfather also cultivated. Perhaps the stories he carries are stored inside his studio in a hooded painting under the bed. There are so many colors, there are so many techniques, there are so many inspirations that come and go. Dramas, novels, comedies, tragedies at all times in the moving brushstrokes. Some paintings to run the world, others that are at home.
When you open the window of the studio, you can see the numerous paintings of the ceilings, the walls, the buildings and the underground ones - the ones that roam, the artists that are gone, the ones that are and the ones that will come. Being inspired and inspiring others, when the studio window is closed I concentrate only on my painting.