The title of this painting is “Faust.”
I cannot say he was faithful or good to me but I feel as though I loved him.
I was there for the painting. We were both tired of not showing our true selves. He may have been ill but I cannot remember. Or perhaps I was. All I can recollect is desperately wanting him to show his true self. So he did-just a hint of it-in his hand. If you look closely, you can see it is slightly turned. And it is one of the most beautiful paintings I have ever seen.