At some point everything connects in the mind and the reason for being alive blurs with the reasons for not. Humans are incredibly capable of the unimaginable. We can build and we can destroy. I'm having this long dialogue with myself to tease out a singular logic that frames all of life. The art of life is, after all, perspective, or perspective is the art of life; and, well, painting is a bunch of layers. If you look closely at the masterpieces you can see the hidden layers—without them every painting would be a series of unremarkable brush strokes and fading colors.