2008-10-03 14:16:50  In a narrow lane near Place de la Nation in Paris, I notice froma distance the familiar figure of Boris Zaborov. He has come out to meet me. When he sees me, he raises his hand. The sun is behind him, and the effect is as if he were holding a sunray as the legendary pilgrim’s staff. This is the metaphor I have been searching for when contemplating his life and work. He does look like a pilgrim, the eternal traveller...