I am talking to Jozo Brandić about African art and music. I tell him there are none better. I tell him I am in love with both. And then I return home. I select the most potent African music I can find among my recordings. Still reeling from our talk, I look at my paintings. I look at them hard. Pulled along by the music, I can only hope that my paintings would be to the musician’s taste. That they would make them play even better. And harder. The criterion.