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.
• Reclaimed wood, acrylic paint, ink, charcoal, wire • Approximately 26 1/2"H x 7 1/2"W (closed) or 14 1/2"W (open) x 3"D