In Paris. On the Champs Elysees.

Within this illustration is something expressed...a longing - a missing - a being taken away before the end...unfinished.

Over the years, painting has helped heal that.

But, I don't think it ever fully leaves.

Interesting story: A telephone call one day. A man at the other end wanted to come to purchase a limited-edition giclee of this painting. He came with 2 brothers. They all individually purchased the same image.

Their mom had just passed away. In the safety deposit box was her will and a card written to her sons. The card was this image.