There are things that are difficult to think about until one day you think about them. Have the scribe monks dedicated their time and artistic skills to the woman and her body? Some of us made slightly risqué drawings as kids and then immediately threw them away for fear of being discovered. But didn’t the friars, in their closed cells, also think about women in a biological sense? Or did they secretly sigh for an impossible and unlikely love given the conditions in which they lived? I believe that the idea of sin has greatly fomented things that are in themselves natural. What inspired me most was the idea of replacing the images of saints and princes with those of female beauties while maintaining that style which smacks of the sacred whatever the content. After all, most ancient paintings show the woman in her being without or with few veils. Perhaps only through art could a bit of poorly concealed hypocrisy be hidden.