I was at my studio in the country, walking down to the basement to do my laundry, when my grandfather caught me. He wanted me to come to his room, where he is usually sitting on his desk, writing letters to his children and close family. This time, he did not prepare a letter for me. I was placed on his couch, than he started to present me his analysis of a picture I painted, when I was three years old. The picture has been in my grandparents house since 1987. First in the kitchen- than, when I began my art studies, he moved it the his writing room.
His speech about it was an apocalyptic scenario. I started to get very scared that he might loose himself in some religious mania. From minute to minute I was more and more tense until he finished and turned everything in a way showing me that he just expressed that he is fine with my profession- artist.
It took me some time to breath and to be relieved that he was fine and just nice to me. Than I asked him if he would redo his performance for me and if I could film him doing that. He had never refused something I asked him for.