Butterflies Box Sculpture, signed, circa 1995

2 stories:

He told me that the night his mother died, there were storms & far away there was purple lightning & someone left the window open & the room filled with a swirl of butterflies & she slipped out quietly without anyone noticing & I'm sure the grief was softer because of that.

My great aunt told me once to remember that old people need bananas. I remember. Someday I will tell my sons.