Her lung had suddenly collapsed on July 26 and she was in intensive care for that entire week, never regaining consciousness. I have no friends or family anywhere near Seattle. So basically without the watercolor class I didn't ever have any reason to leave our apartment. But I found that I just could not do it. Not a damned word.
Words are really inadequate to describe what has happened.
That is why my watercolors are the only outlet for me. Words cannot depict the concrete and stark reality of a thing. An image can make real the inexpressible so that one may be begin to sense a shadow of what is underneath. Still lifes tend to be stale and serious, but I decided to have fun with it. Kerrie and I had planned to visit Hurricane Ridge but never had a chance before she died.