Art triumphs: in his Cuernavaca studio-library, Vlady wrestles with the demons of the twentieth century.

In the centre of the studio stands the current work in progress. It was here that Vlady painted the young revolutionary in the balaclava: the image of Innocence, both victim and victor. Today, the full-length portrait of the bishop of Chiapas, Samuel Ruiz, is the work in progress. In the background, the painting of a mad Xerxes whipping up the waves of the uncaring ocean dominates the eight-metre-high space. A scaffolding enables Vlady to scale the height of the giant, ever-unfinished work to add a touch of colour, another layer of varnish. A lithography press seems to sit in waiting. By the bay window is a corner office with books, many books: Nietzsche, Malraux, Élie Faure, Jacbo Burckhardt, his dear Charles Andler, and, of course, Victor Serge's works in French, Spanish, Russian, English. Through the window, visitors catch a glimpse of a bust of Trotsky.

Within this environment mixing peaceful happiness and intellectual tumult, Vlady wrestles with the demons of the twentieth century, glorifying them or laying them to rest, then returning to transfigure them yet again.