Through the eyes of grace we can see the glory in all things.
The beauty found within the heroin addicts in Paris and Madrid, homeless in Lisbon and Delhi does not decay at the side of the road nor does it fade when forgotten or disliked. Decaying brushstrokes laden with weighted pigment roll across rough canvasses. Spotlights of color bring forth the drama of men set upon these lofty stages of judgement. Amidst the corruption of decadent patrons at an infamous S&M Dinner Club, and at a birth of a god in the Paris Metro lie vulnerabilities that unite us in beautiful decay.