So few people understood his art. His galleries torn to pieces by critics and it left him feeling hollow. The shrapnel lodged in his right eye throbbed as though to add to his own emotional agony. They reject what they could not understand, could not comprehend in the beauty of the macabre. And so he attempts to show them the error of their ways using alternate means.
Hysteria caused by a serial killer.
Yet still, they cannot see! They see only the blood and none of the beauty! Stefano presses his face against the camera in his hands, feeling dejected and lost. How can they all be so stupid? So simple-minded? Were not the bodies positioned for even the feeble of minds to see the majesty of them? Like removing the head of a young lady and filling her gushing neck with a bouquet of flowers.
It is all right. They'll understand... the next model will have them understand. He realizes that it is more than a little bold to ask for a victim to come to his house, but he has grown tired of waiting to be recognized. When the doorbell rings, he feels a rush of excitement at the new art piece formulating in his head.
One, two, three quick steps and the door is open. His eye widens as he could not ask for a better medium to work with. "No application required. One look at you and I can tell, yes, I can tell... you are perfect." He moves out of the way so that the young man can enter. His heart skips a beat. Yes, not like the typical model. "I am wondering if that is what you expected to hear when just coming to answer an ad."
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Hysteria caused by a serial killer.
Yet still, they cannot see! They see only the blood and none of the beauty! Stefano presses his face against the camera in his hands, feeling dejected and lost. How can they all be so stupid? So simple-minded? Were not the bodies positioned for even the feeble of minds to see the majesty of them? Like removing the head of a young lady and filling her gushing neck with a bouquet of flowers.
It is all right. They'll understand... the next model will have them understand. He realizes that it is more than a little bold to ask for a victim to come to his house, but he has grown tired of waiting to be recognized. When the doorbell rings, he feels a rush of excitement at the new art piece formulating in his head.
One, two, three quick steps and the door is open. His eye widens as he could not ask for a better medium to work with. "No application required. One look at you and I can tell, yes, I can tell... you are perfect." He moves out of the way so that the young man can enter. His heart skips a beat. Yes, not like the typical model. "I am wondering if that is what you expected to hear when just coming to answer an ad."