Art...

evokes an emotion, erupting from a vague realm; from an abyss, open for multiple interpretations, inviting us into the world of our inner being and how we place ourselves in its depiction of something, to extract a better understanding of identity and concepts... 

seems to be somewhat morbid, somewhat alienated, sometimes sadistic, at times depressing, but never boring as it beholds technique, time and meaning, always unique and intriguing because we learn about ourselves just by observing...

even at the risk of being pretentious...

We will never cease to redefine who we are in the world we live in.

We are forever indebted to each other's thoughts.