I made this out of love. Not because I wanted to, but because I had to. No one will know all of the reasons for this, or how it appeared as it did when I stood in the museum and acted as an intermediary for it with a paint brush, candles and music. For that's what it was. That's the nature of art coming to be. It's beyond me to fully understand its process. It was a request when I had no longer a voice to ask anymore. This was for her. It will always be for her.