Orson Welles:
I too was once a hungry painter. But, not here in France. No, I was hungry in Ireland. I'd come there to paint. Bought a donkey and cart, filled the cart with paints and canvases, and went traveling. At night I slept under the cart. It was a very nice summer. But, then when I got to Dublin, the donkey had to go up for auction. So, did I. My paintings were gone - all given away to the Irish farmers who'd given me food. I'd run out of paint - and money. I was 16 years old. My career, as you might say, was at the crossroads. Winter was coming in.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:19