28/01/2026
“Melancholy” by Domenico Fetti—This morning I opened my book of “The Louvre All the Paintings” to this. How fitting. She looks like how I feel most days. It’s been just over a month since Dave died on Christmas Eve. So many came to the wake and funeral to say goodbye to Dave. I was and still am so moved. I’m functioning better than expected with the love and support from family and so many friends. Still, getting out of bed each morning is an effort. I do have to take care of Rosie (my cockapoo) who sleeps on Dave’s side in her bed so that gets me up eventually. The only routine I have is to walk her at Stonehill College when I do get up. Dave walked her there 3 times a day! Last year I learned so much and experienced epiphanies in my painting due to workshops with , and . I stopped painting in late October when we learned Dave had stage 4 pancreatic cancer. He became too weak for treatment. Any time I had I wanted to spend with Dave, not in the studio. I thought I’d be at least sketching by now, but it feels like my passion for painting died along with him. I look at a beautiful sky and feel nothing. It’s not just a rut. I’m going to Nerja, Spain mid February I wonder if any of you have experienced this? If so, how did you manage it?