Somehow and somewhere in the delicate layers of the being that is created when two people love one another, there is both a heart and breath. While one side of the heart empties, the other fills. When one breath runs out, another begins. Love in its fullest form is a series of deaths and rebirths. We let go of one phase, one aspect of love, and enter another.
Passion dies and is brought back.
Pain is chased away and surfaces another time. To love means to embrace and at the same time to withstand many many endings, and many many beginnings all in the same relationship. When a man gives his whole heart, he becomes an amazing force he becomes an inspiratrice, a role that in the past was reserved for women only. He carries the seed of new life and of necessary deaths. He inspires new works within himself, but also in those near him.