A week ago today MyArtist arrived and my week was filled with joy. While I was so fortunate to have so much time with him - he did have to return home.

Last night some, tonight more so, the house seems airless. Flat.

He gave my painting a most intricate title. I can't match his imagery - not by a longshot. But in an attempt to describe the emotion I've felt the last couple of days I would title my world:

Devoid Of TheArtist's Spirit
Space Loses Dimension

Miss you.