Representing disbelief, this is the only self-portrait in my grief series. This pose recites the moment in Sparti when my sister, Macy, called me and told me that Steve had died. I was eating dinner with the archeology team at Diethnes and ran back to the hotel in my formal attire so that I could access the wifi and try to figure out what was happening. “To lefko krasitou soitiou” roughly translates to “the house white wine” which had been a staple of our dinner table that evening along with most evenings in Greece.