I live between two cemeteries, and it’s a place ripe for so many thoughts and longings. I also get to see so many people who are there in a moment of particular attunement to their own loves and longings. Recently I saw a man in a hat and trench coat, holding a bag, gazing off into the distance just standing in the rain in the cemetery. It looked just like a painting and was such a rich moment, so I had to paint it.
