I fear web-sites, I fear the click. Not that I am hostile towards this project. I can’t wait to see the book, visit the exhibition. It is a great privilege to have been invited to take part. Most of the time I feel nothing but gratitude towards the teachers, the time I spent at art school. It’s just that I dislike the conviviality of the web. I don’t want to preview, dispose of people’s art through a bit of chat, biography, arbitrary images. Neither do I want to be spied on in this informal garb myself. Being solitary, cross, full of inquietude I yearn to startle by making an immaculate entrance/exit. To be caught off guard and then annihilated with a casual click, horrendous!