” You are very good at art. ” Someone told him in his childhood.
” You are a born artist. ” His drawing teacher said.
” What a great artist he is! ” His friends praised him.
” God gives that gift only to a few. He is one of those few fortunate people. ” The chief guest, one who awarded a memento to him, commented.
” What is the point of this great talent, when it is not useful for survival? ” The artist’s wife commented.
‘… He painted, painted, painted continuously throughout his life even in starvation, ill health and humiliation.” Newspapers wrote a few lines on his death.
” What’s the point of doing paintings, when you don’t know how to sell them? ” One artist shouted angrily.
” Even though he was a good artist, his style is not contemporary. ‘‘, a critic commented.
” He didn’t have the right contacts.” One gallery owner stated.