Here's the image of a painting I did of Ray McNeill in November of 2000.
I asked Ray to sit for me, and he was a little surprised that I didn't want to portray him in the bar, but playing the cello instead. I thought it would be more interesting to portray this guy - who could be a little rough around the edges and who was well known for making and drinking beer - as playing classical music.
My wife, Patricia, died beside me in bed. The shock of her departure threw me into a whirlpool of emotion unlike anything I ever anticipated. The depth of my loss was beyond what I might have foreseen and surpassed all of my life's experience. I lost my direction, my...