“I know a 'face' where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.” William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
(People) "lets say that to tear a painting is the kill the person trapped inside it. what if they could reach out and tear the painting themselves to be lost forever?" - I think this is an interesting concept to have of what a piece represents.
There are no limits on love, and Bob Carey has shown this. When his wife, Linda, was diagnosed with breast cancer, Bob began taking beautiful – but totally ridiculous – photographs of himself in a pink tutu.