“...the art of Europe is drowned in the centuries in the war-scarred face of a motherland..”

“...you trace a finger over my scar and uncloak me like a timid star...”

“...there's the suffering from love and the suffering from grief - either pain permanently scars the soul...”

“...the wounds of the past and the scars of the present don't disfigure me in your eyes - because you know the price I pay for loving you ...”

“...Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you...”

“...what is art to the dilettante but the initiation of the sacred few to the exclusion of the profane crowd?...”

“...I worship at the temple of your body and without you, I'd have no art...”