This is a very private piece, one I really can't post anywhere else. I started this one over 25 years ago. I made a sketch, transferred it to masonite and then was afraid that I wasn't good enough to paint it without ruining the drawing. So there it sat, in the closet. I did a digital version of it, I think, a few years ago and not only can't remember if I posted it, but don't remember what I called it and can't find it. This comes from the first year my husband and I started living together. It's an extremely rare moment of vulnerability from him. I felt terrible as we were having something of an argument in the shower and he adopted this pose and I couldn't help but think of his condition as something to paint. To his credit, awhile after this happened, I told him what I'd been thinking and he was good enough to pose for some Polaroids so I could make the drawing. That was so long ago now that I don't think he'd really want to revisit either the moment or my having finished it. So, it exists here. "One Moment" is what I'm calling it now.