A new stage begins.
Today I raise my voice as an artist louder and clearer than ever.
I have the art tattooed on my skin, on my fist, the weapon that many use to defend themselves.
I don’t need more defense than my art, and it is the best resource against the demons that try to annihilate me, but they can’t even touch my skin.
Challenge me, here’s my fist!
I am using this sentence long time ago, but it looks perfect for this particular stage of my life:
Art doesn’t follow the water stream, but fights against it.