Updated: Aug 25, 2020
The funeral flowers were still on the kitchen table. My mom had died in early February but, a month had passed, and there they stood, in their waterless vase, delicate, depressing, dead skeletons.
The voice in my head said, "Eddie, you can't leave it there forever. You eventually have to get rid of them". I agreed. But, first, I decided to paint a watercolor of this object of contemplation that has sat on my kitchen table for a month.
This is the painting that preceded The "Coronavirus Series". Death had passed. There was more death to come.
"Dead Flowers" (from Mom's Funeral)
(March 3, 2020)