What is art but the pushing onto canvas the colors of the human soul? And what is the human soul but an imprint of the divine, a bittersweet echo of Eden, a broken mirror, twisted and darkened by distortion but a mirror still able to reflect the light. It is in the darkest of nights the stars shine brightest; in the evilest of days we love hope dearest. These are the stories that stay with you as good old, Samwise Gamgee tells us, the stories that have meant something even when you were unable to understand why. There is a faerie that lurks behind the iron mask if we look for him. Behold! The Son has risen, the day is at hand, and we are living in Heaven’s shadow.