No one knows exactly when the obsession began. Some say it started in childhood, others insist it came later, after fame had already wrapped itself around him like a velvet cloak. What is certain is this: the world’s most famous painter of our time creates his most haunting works in complete darkness — and every single one of them is a pair of eyes.
By day, his name is spoken with reverence in galleries from Paris to New York. Critics call him a genius, collectors fight over waiting lists that stretch for years, and museums reserve entire halls for his exhibitions. His public persona is polished, controlled, almost serene. But at night, when the lights go out and the city sleeps, he becomes someone else entirely.
He closes the doors. He covers the windows. He switches off every lamp.
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