Art, a fragment of the artist's soul, when it is taken in becomes a part of the viewer. But are these art pieces merging with the girl, or being torn from her? Is she the viewer, or the artist? It is impossible to be sure, but for me it is the latter. For while it may take sacrifice to break painful connections, the same can be said of the searching of new ones. The promises of the future are paid for in the sacrifices of the past. We may not know if it will be worth it, but if we do not try, we cannot move forward.