Empty Space
There is an empty space on the wall between two pieces of Michael's art. Missing in action, is a pictorial representation of Michael's courtship, the wooing of his girlfriend, soon to be wife, Julie, in that great long ago. On a two foot square piece of wood is all, or at least many, of the tea bags that the new lovers drank together during that breathless period of weightlessness as they focused their efforts onto a coming life together, complete with kids and two careers. The painting is a bright coagulation of oranges, yellows and reds, given relief by the dried tea bags of new love. It is one of my favorite creations of his. The work captures, via distillation, the essence of what new love can be like, and then in hindsight what is lost as time leaves that moment behind. Bittersweet, although overused as an adjective, is an entirely accurate description for how I feel contemplating that newly blank space.