It terrified Paolo as well as his mother, who wondered why such a good son would paint such frightening work.
“What did you do to that canvas?” the mother asked in horror.
Paolo told his mother that art could not be explained in words. It was a feeling, an intuition, a conception undefinable.
“That painting looks like a man who is insane,” said his mother.
Paolo was too afraid to tell his mother that It was a self-portrait.