Parting, loss, mourning, having to give up when you don't want to. Dreams are thwarted and you seem like a spectator in your own existence. You mirror and are mirrored in the broken glass. Every hour of the day casts a different shadow.

Message: "Her body gives up." I know you only via via and yet this message arrives like a sledgehammer blow. It may not go the way you always thought it would: growing old together with your beloved, enjoying wisdom and love for each other. For me, it evoked the inescapable realisation that everything is impermanent.

Then comes the irrepressible urge to shape what I experience: the sadness, the fear, the confrontation with my own mortality. Like you, I am not finished in this world, out of the story. No more than you, I don't know what is still given to me. You have your way to go now, this canvas is my way with the thoughts and energy that evoked this calamity in me.

This painting was made to the music of Gabriel Fauré; Cantique de Jean Racine, opus 11 (1865).