I've spent a lot of time in those gigantic art museums in Europe. After 10 miles of walking and staring at thousands of art works, there is still ten thousand pieces to see and 20 miles of corridors to go. Usually at that stage my head gets so torpid that I just walk like a zombie and time to time I stop in front of some paintings or sculptures. I once, probably in Louvre, begun to think over what is the sign which makes me to stop. Then I realised it and I asked myself what am I really interested in art?