Actually, I would so love to have the opportunity to read the thoughts of artists (writers, sculptors) at the moment when they were creating their brilliant creations. Without anyone's interpretation, without the slightest distortion, from the primary source. People always inevitably change the true meaning, acting according to their own beliefs.
What was A. Kuindzhi thinking about? The greatest artist of all time, who possessed a hypersensitive perception and for months selected the right shades... How exactly did he transfer this "pure sounding" of nature onto the canvas? When did his art cease to be standard and turn into pure, flow-like and independent of his own ego? Why did he prefer a 20-year public isolation, when the risk appeared to become a repeatable (and copied) artist, and not other ways? And... how did it turn out that his body became so weak?
I do not want my paintings, poems and books to be interpreted. They have their own history and their own specific meanings.