Watercolor and gouache on Arches cover black paper
25" x 19"
The day after my aunt died, my brothers and I went to a natural history museum. I remembered that a hospice worker had been speaking with my aunt a couple of days earlier and had told her that she (the hospice worker) was absolutely certain that "an afterlife exists." My aunt, who had lived her life as a skeptic, seemed to choose to believe her. As I wandered among the dinosaurs, I wished that I believed such a thing too. But the dinosaur bones seemed to be saying to me, "if you have an immortal soul, so do we... and we take up a lot of space..."