Art means different things to different people. It’s subjective. When an Artist paints on a canvas, not everyone will see what he wants them to see.
Even if his greatest masterpiece isn’t open to interpretation, the viewing public will make of it what they will.

But when an artist uses his medium to paint his soul onto the canvas of his choice, the incorrect interpretation is no longer mere opinion; it’s insult.

I’ve been looking over your life’s work, Jasper. Every portrait of destruction you’ve painted, every victim you’ve made into a masterpiece, all of it. You’ve soaked the canvas red with the blood of so many people that I no longer see originality. I no longer see individuality.

Think about it, Jasper. If you have a blank canvas and with your only paint brush, you keep adding red, all you’ll ever see is an amalgamation of the same color. Eventually, it’ll blend together.

Look at your latest creation for example. Jackson Cade. How many times have you made a sculpture out of him? In now many different ways have you attempted to paint his demise on the canvas? In how many ways have you emptied your heart and soul onto that medium only for his sheer refusal to be broken and presented as art?

It doesn’t matter how many times you take the subject matter to canvas, the result remains the same. You end up frustrated with a piece of unfinished art that looks exactly the same as every other failed attempt you’ve made.

When the consumer finally puts his eyes to it, when the public finally looks at what you’ve created, do you know what we see?

A mess.

The beauty of art may be in the eye of the beholder but no one is looking at your so called masterpieces in awe, Jasper. Last week your feeble attempts to once again turn Jackson Cade into art were scuppered by Harold Attano. But when I wrapped my hand around his scrawny little throat and squeezed, he was immediately broken. In one moment I took that boy from the ring to my artistic medium, the boat, and in one meeting with the soul of the man you killed, I had done what you haven’t been able to do in years…. I had broken Jackson Cade.

I admire your perseverance, Jasper. But even the greatest artists know when the time has come to put down the brush. Let someone else take over the mantle of Artist.

After all, I took over the mantle of Ferryman and became a Valkyrie. Just imagine what I could do if I took over the mantle of Artist?

Your time has come to an end.

And you should never fear the end… the end is where we meet…

And I will send you on your way.