After the sudden, unexpected death of my dear sister in March, I stopped painting. She was my best viewer and best friend, and it's hard to go on without her. On Friday I held my poor, sick little grandson for two hours in a dark room, so he could sleep, and in those two hours I thought about my sister and cried. Finally, I thought, "Well, this is my life right now. I might as well paint it, too." So here are two works about grief.