The torture chamber painted thick with red, white and black fully contains artifacts different unimaginable kind each one is.
Pain indeed was the tap root from which art sprouts, says the poet all the secrets of the heart, hidden deep for which a heavy price is paid throughout life, sing and dance spin a fine yarn, tell an unforgettable tale
Ability to feel the pain and sympathize, distinguishes the DNA of art of any kind, elevates it to the plane of sublime.