I have to say the canvas has been painted over yet again. Can you not decide as to what is pretty? Skulls bashing for a piece of flesh is not a picture worth painting. Sir, If you were to paint with the fire of the sky, people will still find reason to hate you and your art. For you see people are selfish and believe what they want to believe. A painting of blood looks beautiful to a lover of bloodshed. A painting of flowers looks beautiful to lovers of serenity. Fine art is dead; people look at the Sky and laugh at him despite his beauty. Meanwhile, those who don’t find humour in the sky, laugh at the ground because they do not see any beauty in dirt. Be in love with the dirt, appreciate both the dirt and the sky. For a true artist makes the dirt beautiful and the black of oil he cherishes; for you see: Both at one time were your forefather and your fore father's father.