The only way round is through.
As an artist he belonged to the ultra-modern school, expressing himself most readily in pictures showing a sardine tin, two empty beer bottles, a bunch of carrots and a dead cat, the whole intended to represent Paris in Springtime.
If no one ever took risks, Michelangelo would have painted the Sistine floor.
Nobody knows anything.
I sit down to the piano regularly at nine o’clock in the morning and Mesdames les Muses have learned to be on time for that rendezvous.