I’m not exactly sure what Alice conveys regarding the hole, but it sends shivers up and along my spine. Pain swells at the rear of my skull and my mouth goes dry. The hole looks menacing, sorrowful, and speaks of hardship. It digs inside my soul, ripping me apart. The hole looms within the painting, forecasting danger and peril. Yet, it is beautiful all the same, perfectly placed as the center of attention for any viewer or lover of art. An endless abyss that represents the uglies and goodies, at the same time. Survival and inevitable death.
She takes a morning off, spending it in Plimpton Park: walking, enjoying the summertime, containing her grief. Upon her return she tells me, “I have a third watercolor in mind. I’m starting it first thing in the morning.” She sounds excited and blosso
