What kind of a bird you are, if you can not swim? What kind of a bird you are if you can not fly?
I always thought about it, if it is applied to an artist:
To Van Gogh:
"What kind of an artist you are, if you can not sell your work?"
Van Gogh:
"What kind of the artist you are, if you only paint to sell?"
I had have traveled to Russia every summer to visit my grandpa from early 70s to 1985. I have painted scenery for Peter and the Wolf from my childhood memories. Some of the landscapes are washed and subtle to resemble the landscape of my travel by train. I have filled in the landscape of memories with the characters of Peter and the Wolf.