The Suffering of An Old Art Lover

His friends had warned him, and rightfully so. She disrespected him in any way imaginable. Slept with his enemies, hissed a tssssss after every opinion he expressed, ironed horizontal folds in his clothes. One day he insisted they had their portrait painted. Without him noticing it, she posed staring at a random point in space. When asked why he stayed with her, he said What she does is art.