This work has haunted me most of my life. Many decades ago I painted her and left the work on a separate easel in my studio. That night, I looked back at her as I left, turning out the lights. I couldn’t sleep. She was alone in that room, in the dark. I ran down to the studio and quickly turned on the lights. There she was smiling back at me. From then on, I left the studio lights on each night. There’s much more to the story, but that should suffice for now.