“It is a painting that exposes in oils what Chekhov so often did in print: sunlight mocking a dark isolation of the moment. A moment fixed in a brave, failing light.” Quote By: Alexandra Johnson I received an email from a young woman I've been searching for over about 8 years. Oddly enough, though it was sent from her email address, she sent herself the same email to an alternate email address. I ended up awake untill 5:30 this morning, reminded of the isolation that has become my existance. When rendering this image tonight I debated on rendering it nude, after all, what good does it do to keep moral standards when everyone treats you as if you have none? But I decided in the end, I was the one who had to live with myself, and I couldn't lower that standard, even in irritation, and frustration with the lies, and bullshit that I deal with on an everyday basis. I suppose I may never really here from Elisabeth again, but I have to keep that hope alive. It's the only chance that my life will ever be normal again, and even that is no guarentee.