The idea of this picture came from the simple fact that you can't tell the artist from the man of the mob only by the looks... Outwardly an artist is the same little gray mouse as anyone else. Then an other source of inspiration came in: the literature class. It showed me, how different types of artists respond to the cruelty of the Real World. For the world is cruel. All artists know it, the difference is in the reaction. This type tries to save his sanity by ignoring Realty and building his own, fairer, more noble world. We, the wide public, love their works (especially those of the writers' and filmmakers) and snobish critics hate them. The most well-known examples could be Tolkien (and Jókai for us Hungarians), Verne and most of the fantasy authors... Had I been an artist, I'd belong to this type.