The art has evolved over the years, but a common denominator still exists. Never mind the watercolors, which still is in almost every painting, the white gouache, and colored and grey pencil, which have all somehow managed to find themselves included in the leviathan piece. Rudy's cousin, Trish, was right all along - people will always be looking for that style from the artist, no matter how much evolution or change has taken place.
It is, after all, the "Taj Majal" dedicated (and rightfully so) to his spouse who has toiled and carried the family financially for the most part. No artist is ever perfect, and Mr. Yu certainly isn't about to claim that mantle ever. He still considers himself a plain overachiever - someone who can outlast the others because he can paint longer hours.
The comments have been humbling and helps keep the Artist's feet firmly planted on the ground. It matters not that the talent will be terrific in the future, nor was it ever fantastic to begin with, but the lofty flattery will go miles in helping to keep his humility and will not eliminate the discomfort coming from all the adulation he gets. In other words, they can say everything and anything they want. Those words will never get to the Artist's head.
After the 'Taj', the artist says he can die now. The funny thing is everyone thinks he was kidding. The truth is, if he could leave this earth without worrying about his wife and children, maybe he would.
Heck, Van Gough tore an ear off and took his life. He is immortal.
Immortality is the ultimate high.
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