Okay, so carrying on the theme of grieving widowers...

I have massive new respect for Marc Chagall. His writer wife was his principal muse, and after her death, he spent years illustrating her journals in his grief. For some reason I don't expect a famous artist to be in love with his own wife. It's desperately romantic.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/art/art-news/8514208/Unseen-works-by-Marc-Chagall-reveal-artists-enduring-love-affair.html

Someday I shall virtually sculpt WORLDS. And stories. Epic ones.

http://www.maxon.net/en/home.html