He put on an exhibition, and I went to his exhibition. I said that’s what painting is. So comforting and pleasant. He gives the answer immediately. Then he took the painting more seriously and continued. The last time I went to see him, he gave me one of his paintings, and it was a beautiful painting with bright, pleasant, and easy colors. No one could say that I don’t understand these things; in contrast to abstract painting, everyone understands them sooner or later. He didn’t understand at all, and one had to swallow it. He sipped it like drinking water. Whatever I say about him, I say it right. I am not saying goodbye.