Also, Iordanis has a lover. Maybe because he is an artist.
Maybe because Lydia is so successful in her role as a wife that some sex scenes they play in his mind's screen could never have her as the protagonist. Anyway, Iordanis' lover is a sweet girl who knows nothing about Lucian Freud but is good in bed. And besides, she admires him, admires him unlimitedly, not because his painting reminds her of Bacon's works or because the orders he receives gradually raise him to "stable value", but because, even though she is a simple sweet girl, or maybe precisely because of that, she knows that Iordanis is a great painter. She knows it, just as she knows that the Acropolis is beautiful under the sun, just as she knows that a caress is a caress and cannot be replaced by words.
[...] And because she loves him, she accepts to be his lover, to generally have a very bad time.
Ten stories with ghosts and statues, games of time and memory, artists and gods, generosity and panic, passions and mistakes. Ten vulnerable and invincible women, confused and infallible, perforated and triumphant. Ten stories about love that arms and disarms the women who circulate among us every day.