This is the photo that took one of my eyes, but gifted me with vision. The moment of death captured like a fly in amber, a life ends and a flower of flesh and blood is born.

I realized the beauty in destruction. I was eager to share my new work with the world. Neophytes, philistines, fools, they fear what they could not comprehend, were determined to stop me.

Some consider this new world horrific. For me it is a world of beauty, full of pure creation, that is limited only by my imagination, a world whose very fabric i can shape, but where can i go from here.

She is the key, the path to ultimate power. She is the brush. Blood is my paint and this world is the canvas.

My name is Stefano Valentini. And art is in the eye of the beholder.