"The last series of works by The City's irregular, some say disturbed, portrait painter Montonessi. He was incarcerated in Moira Asylum for the latter part of his life, where he painted some of his most particular pieces."
The Dangers of SeductionEdit
The back of this painting reads: "Being cold and being alone are the same physical sensation. There's the sense of unrelenting pressure, and the indifference of the world. It's peaceful."
The Arrogance of NobilityEdit
There's a message written on the back of the canvas in small, angry letters: "Aveline Grace. Patron of culture. Breaking arms under the strain of want must be curiously fulfilling."
The Repulsion of CivilityEdit
Jagged red script covers the back of this canvas: "It's hard to make a decision when the ties of life keep shuddering. Stay. Go. Stay. Go. Arrows make the best letters."
The Abundance of EmptinessEdit
Crazed words are scribbled on the back in spidery fountain pen script: "Intrigues lead to all kinds of russet adventures. Fresh-picked corn is the sensation most worth having!"
Carved into the back of the picture frame dozens of times is the same string of words: "Hem up the streets, pretty lady, pretty lady. Run. Run! RUN!"
The Married SpinsterEdit
There's a faint tracing on the back of the painting that is visible only by candlelight: "I think I like the smell of violets. A statue is just a lump of stone that holds a shape for a little while."
Living a LieEdit
The back of this painting is covered in a series of bloody handprints.
Rutting Out of SeasonEdit
Someone has written on the back of this painting in long, looping letters: "Flight is the greatest paradise of the unreturnable notion. Capitulate! All will be consumed."
The Insatiable AppetiteEdit
There's a carefully written letter on the back of the canvas: "Worms turn even vivid memories to dust. There's a worm in my brain. I think it's you."
What is There Cannot be SeenEdit
A small note is glued to the back of the painting: "There's an envious kind of freedom reflected in the madness of an eye. I want to go there. I'll take my family."
The Grace of InsecurityEdit
There's a message written in small, shaky letters on the back: "What can evoke the beauty of the world? Raindrops on flower petals and bright, sunlit days? Everyone dies alone."
Guilt has Black WingsEdit
A corner on the back of the canvas reads: "The true test of helping someone is whether or not they're better off afterward. Even corpses benefit from being devoured."