She was his muse. His inspiration. And creating images of Her Perfect Self
had become his obsession - the entire focus of his life.

He had been a very successful and quite famous (and quite wealthy) artist who charged top dollar for commissions - and for years, it almost seemed that the more that he charged, the more commissions he received. In fact, patrons vied for the privilege of having a portrait of themselves or their family done by him - and so valued was his work, that cost was almost never an issue.

But he didn't accept commissions anymore - and hadn't for almost 18 months. Because 18 months ago was when - he first saw a photograph of HER. To say that he was mesmerized by Her beauty would be an understatement. It was, quite literally, a life-changing moment. He had left his home - and his family - and his small circle of friends - and now he spent his time like a nomad, travelling to some of the most remote and poorest places in the world in a quixotic quest to pay homage to Her beauty by producing pictures of Her in every town and village that he visited. His goal, he said, was to try to bring Her beauty to those who would otherwise never have the chance to see Her image - and in doing so, he felt he was doing the most good that he could do for others, and was making the greatest use that could be made of his own skill - and of his life.