and then one day the rain fell as thick as black oil and in her heart she new something was wrong. she went running through the orchard screaming “no god! don’t take him from me!” but by the time she got there, she feared he already had gone. she got to where he lay, water colored roses in his hands for her. she threw them down screaming “damn you, man don’t leave me. with nothing left behind but these cold paintings these cold portraits to remind me." 

he said, "love, i only leave a little. try to understand. i’ve put my soul in this life we’ve created with these four hands. love, i leave but only a little. this world holds me still. my body may die now but these paintings are real.”

Jonathan Harney