Immediately from a hustling street to a stimulating screen. There is no stopping. There is no pause.

Eyes set on where you’re headed, forward. Why reflect? You might see a sunset.

Deaf more years than not. Stomach clenched, stomach full, stimuli overwhelmed, undetected signals. Is it too late to listen?

It’s the first of December. You’re walking down a hallway, only to find a revolver at the back of your neck, soon after, pulled. A torrent of fingers being pointed and heads being rolled. With a few political pieces, this was the tipping point of a revolution. In reality, what was it?

Raphael paints slowly and meticulously. Leonardo’s approach is fluid and messy. A technique, sketching quickly, passed along. Beyond a style, a perspective, changed.