Unfortunately when I was attending the Art school my country was shaken by some serious though ambiguous political events. Every young man among us considered himself a revolutionist and a pioneer. We were making fun of old professors. I regretted many times in my life that I hadn't paid enough attention to their advices. Back then I was in love with Dali and Dutch Golden Age artists, and there was no contradiction in that - Spanish surrealism was living through the heritage of Vermeer Delft; such connections have been weaving the tissue of art for ages like linen threads weave the tissue of canvas. Contradiction though appeared when we were studying social realism. It promised future where everything would become simple and clear - future that never came.