hat could be better than dying in the place you spent your life work-ing…? " Jack Shadbolt's wife Doris mused, as she and friends moved his bed into the studio during the final days of his life. " When I can't paint, I don't want to live, " he had said (1). Around the bed was Blue Breaking, a triptych he had painted, filled with shadowy forms, " like butterflies' footprints. " A few days later,...