"Art isn't a code or some kind of formula. You don't stare at it till you crack it" "Then how else am I supposed to know the meaning behind it?" She questioned, more curious than she was annoyed. "Art has meaning, of course. But..." He stretched out his arm and pointed at the rainbows on the thorns. "These colors.." Then he pointed at the rose and the hand, "You don't have to know what it means to admit that it's beautiful" . . Mckenna spent eleven years waiting to meet the artist behind her favorite works, and upon an unexpected encounter, she learns that he is unable to paint again. However, she is determined to see his talent come to life again and she will stop at nothing to achieve that. "What are you trying to say?" Uriel questioned and leaned against the door frame. "Let me be your art therapist " Mckenna asserted.