“The lips of wisdom remain sealed, except for the ear capable of understanding.” The illustrations of Maxime Trepanier hold a mystery accessible only to the initiated. Perhaps it hides a book. A book from which it extracts fragments, telling how the world was created, the struggle between good and evil, the beings of the night, the power of blood.

I don’t know if we are ready yet, or if generations will pass before we decipher the hidden face of its connotations. But certainly, if we tattoo its visions on our bodies, a door will open for us. Where it leads, only he knows. How innocently we live. Pay it a visit. And pay its fees.