"In one of his most famous paintings, Caravaggio paints an intimate scene of a lonely Narcissus, shrouded in darkness, gazing at his only reflection in the water. The glass-like smooth surface of the water returns Narcissus to his dark image, and he, enchanted by his own gaze, falls into a loop of infinite longing. The one he seeks is himself, but he cannot reach himself. There were those who thought that Narcissus was the inventor of painting. It is as if every painter is first and foremost also someone who tries to look into the shimmering surfaces and see himself, his time, his place and his environment. But at the same time, he is also devotedly serving an illusion. Each of his paintings seeks to seduce and become an enchanting surface of water that bewitches the one who looks at it. But today's Narcissus, sound asleep from the excess of his reflections, is having a nightmare. He dreams that the clear water, which has always enchanted him with the power of its reflection, is slowly beginning to deteriorate, without being disturbed in the slightest, turning into a thick muddy mass. And now he is no longer looking at a smooth surface, but at an indifferent pool. He sees his image dissipate in flashes of light, absorbed into a surface that no longer shows anything. Now he no longer longs for himself - he longs for the longing itself." (Brigita Gelžinytė)