He thought he was in his prime, they all did. He seemed to do so much more than capturing images or ideas. Some said it was as if your entire being went into canvas when he painted you. Soon he was invited to paint the Crown Prince, while there he met a woman. She had never heard of him. But, she being a model and he an artist, how important could words be? They made great love and more importantly, they made great art. There was an unprecedented amount of sensuality and intimacy laid to every piece. People quickly took notice.

That meeting was the catapult for both careers, he painted some of the most beautiful women in the world; and she posed for some of the greatest painters of their time. But, while away she saw one of her love’s new works. A new face that seemed to have the old intimate feel. When she confronted him he pleaded with her, doing his best to explain differences only painters could understand.

She never returned to him, and in his prime, he never returned to painting.