Lucy had been gone for three days, off to see her mother in Los Angeles. They were to plan for our wedding. In this short time I had accomplished next to nothing and my studio had become oppressive.
I had been useless before she left. The canvasses perched ready for paint on my six easels had been poised, ready, blank, weeks before she left. Now the house was empty, and sitting alone in my studio I too felt empty. Continue reading →
