Colors have lost their meaning, food has no flavor.
The past 21 days have been a living nightmare I can't wake up from.
I feel a great and terrible sadness and will never be the same.
My newest series of paintings are all in
This may be my swan song, for I, like a swan, had hoped to mate for life.
I am not sure what is to become of us now.
I do not know if or what I will ever paint again, but I will finish these, at least.
I am painting from deep within the abyss, from a chasm in my soul. To see the ugliness of my own actions, to recoil in disgust from what I have done and cannot undo, to wonder why I should ever be forgiven or forgive myself, that is the dark night of my soul.
- Lacrimosa dies illa
- Qua resurget ex favilla
- Judicandus homo reus.
- Huic ergo parce, Deus:
- Pie Jesu Domine,
- Dona eis requiem.