I May Have To See About A Necklace…The Story Behind The Art

There is a quiet, startling miracle that happens when the soul finishes repairing itself after a disaster: color starts bleeding back into the room.

It starts with something small. A vibration on the counter, a name flashing across a screen, and a sudden, involuntary giggle escaping into an empty apartment. After a season of brutal mourning, you realize you are beginning to hope again. You start to believe in humanity again. The air feels lighter, charged with that giddy, sparkling vertigo of possibility.

Artists are notoriously prolific when the floor drops out. When the house burns down, when grief hollows out your ribcage, you retreat to the studio to bleed on the canvas. When life is sweet, you are usually too busy living inside the moment to stop and document it.

Created at the tail end of 2024—right at the electric beginning of what would become my marriage—this piece is the rare exception. It is a verified promise caught in real time, captured while the embers are catching flame.

The scene is steeped in timeless, understated luxury. A classic couple sitting together in the quiet grandeur of a fine dining establishment. Crisp white tablecloths, polished silver, the low hum of elegance.

Then comes the delicious, mischievous fracture in decorum: under the table, her shoes are off.

You don’t slip your shoes off at a fine dining establishment—what is this?! And yet, she does.

Beneath the heavy drape of the table, she has kicked aside formality. It is pure intimacy, a private, rebellious micro-world carved out right in the middle of a public room. It encompasses the pure naughtiness and delight of chemistry—that gift of giddy flirtation that makes the rounds, dropping in on relationships new and old alike. It visits whether you are three weeks in or thirty years in, kissing you gently on the top of your forehead with that sudden, electric spark. It is the playfulness that keeps a steady, roaring fire in the furnace of long-standing devotion.

She looks up at him, completely mesmerized, softened and swimming in the delight of the moment. But his gaze is what anchors the entire composition. He isn't rattled. He isn't distracted. He looks back at her with absolute, unwavering presence. He is the one holding the frame, creating a container so grounded and sure that she is free to kick off her heels, laugh, and be entirely unguarded.

The piece is titled I May Have to See About a Necklace.

The title rolls off the tongue like a classic cinematic line—playful, sophisticated, and dripping with flirtatious appetite. It captures that sweet, delicious threshold where casual dates surrender to sovereign devotion, and a man begins quietly plotting how to drape his woman in pure beauty.

It is the Phoenix rising from the ashes—not as a frantic creature escaping a fire, but as warmth, decadence, and unashamed joy.

May I May Have to See About a Necklace always remind you that no matter how scorched the earth of your past may be, the fire returns. The color comes back. And whether you are stepping into a brand-new spark or tending the deep, faithful hearth of decades together, love is always waiting to kiss your forehead, toss out the rules, and delight in the joy you share.