[Sickly gifted painter suffers] × [Adjusts the black-bellied priest attack]
Andris Winter believes in only one thing: color.
Cadmium red, alizarin crimson, ultramarine blue - he threw all the embers of life on the canvas because his blood was counting down. Twenty-two years old, rare disease, one year, maybe less.
He doesn't care. Until he heard the pipe organ under the dome of St. Paul's Cathedral.
Sebastian Morris, thirty-two years old, Fr. His fingers were caressing the silence of God as they flowed over the keys, and his eyes were as deep as Andris could not achieve with all his paints - there was a gap between warmth and coldness that could drown a person.
He wants to draw him.
He thought that he was the first to be moved, thought that he broke into the church, thought that the chase started the moment his paintbrush fell. What he didn't know was that when he first stood in front of the painting called "Genesis", a pair of eyes in the shadow of the gallery had been watching him for three years.
The hunter is waiting for his prey to walk into the trap. And the most perfect prey always thinks he is a hunter.
This is a sacrifice painted with life before the countdown ends. It was also a person who waited for three years, and finally waited for another person to "take the initiative" to walk towards him, a long and silent hunt.
Concept: Love is not a victory over death, but a gaze upon death - under the premise of inevitable loss, choosing to love itself is a kind of resistance.