It was the period where I was uncertain about the way I would travel on and the manner I would conduct my life. Nor I had thought about being an artist, when I was running in my rough twenties. But one thing was certain I liked the figurative paintings most. I liked to look at the sensual skin painted by Raphael and Renoir. But my favourite was William Bouguereau; I was wondering about the impossibility of painting such photo-realistic paintings of cloth-less women.
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