It has been a year and a half from the opening of "Flesh and Blood."
Two books and one biography on the way later, I would say that it has been a full year. My vials are stored, the paintings are being burned, and soon all that I labored for, for a year or more will become ashes.
All as it should.
In the end I want nothing left undamaged.
As in life so shall it be in art.