Celebration. Celebrating something. Going crazy about something. Eating, drinking laughter, arguing. I hate parties. Why? The next day you have already forgotten what the party was for and about whom or for what the party was held.
As an artist, you are asked for quite a few parties. Most of the time, I refuse. However, sometimes you can’t escape it and you have to push yourself to respond to the invitation.
A friend of mine, whom I still know from the academy, celebrates his birthday and I am invited. I have absolutely no desire to go. I’ve known him and his wife for a long time…
