The Well Of Regret---My New Book

  Part 1 I begin to write the story that haunts me. It’s a story that I must tell, because it is a burden I can no longer carry alone. And though I’m a novice at storytelling, I will do my best to recount what happened. It might sound extremely unconvincing or made up, and if no one believed it, it would be perfectly fine. I feel I have to tell it anyway. My name is Henry Sadlinger. I am an artist, and my art enabled me not only to thrive creatively but also to achieve significant financial success. Between 1971 and 1981, I worked relentlessly to establish my reputation as an artist. My persistent efforts paid off, and I eventually achieved worldwide recognition.  Some time in 1981, I consciously chose to step back from my life and find a more tranquil setting. My studio, once a refuge, had become like a cage, and every canvas was a new expectation. The weight of outdoing myself grew until it was suffocating.  I craved the silence of a place where the only sound was the w...