Looking back at the dates, I realized this painting quietly documented the final unraveling of my marriage. Stacy is magical, and painting her was transformational—she, and the song she came from, got me through a lot. Looking back at her evolution, I see mine, too, in every layer. On her first layer I had just written Let there be love. On the chair behind her were two early drafts of our matching painted wooden sketchbooks—blank at the time, with the plan to fill them daily with things we were grateful for in each other.

I’m grateful for the love.

There are so many stories to come about this one. Stacy holds so much, and she may never be done. 

I’m deeply grateful for her.