This painting was done long before Michael died, but it seemed to become pathetically more accurate as his life unfolded (or unraveled, depending on how you look at it).

The portrait I did before this was of Mary Jackson, a Sechelt basket weaver. She died while the painting was in an art show, and the Sechelt band bought the painting.

Right after the Michael painting was finished, he became ill and I wondered if I had some kind of terrible gift. But he got better.