The canvas is blank, so to speak. Pristine, pure ... virginal. It awaits the master's touch.
The artist approaches, pallette in hand. He wants to create something of great beauty, something that others will appreciate, applaud; a work for which he will be known and revered forever.
What can you do when your canvas is a shithole in the middle of a cesspool known as Yemen and your pallette consists of C4 and detcord?
You can smear yourself all over creation as did Nayif Al-Qahtani.
"I laughed, I cried ... it became a part of me. Four and a half stars!" ~ sig94
Praise Be To God.