I stare at these paintings and wonder if these were the reproductions of the plastic surgery he performed on his women. Or was it his fantasy played onto canvas of the people he wished to beat? Perhaps he beat them in art so that history can see the damage done to his victims? Was it his way of photographic memory, So that he could always look back at the work he has done and smile, remembering the joy of tenderizing sweet faces in the middle of the night? We may never know.