I'm becoming my mother. My mother is an artist, and she often painted in acrylics and watercolor when I was younger. She was quite inspired by Georgia O'Keefe, a feminist in her own right. I don't know if my mother was particularly convinced that O'Keefe's flower portraits were actually a beautiful perspective of the female organs, but in any case, O'Keefe's flowers are beautiful, no matter how they are viewed. In any case, my dear mother has turned to silk painting, and paints delicious scarves for very wealthy women, and most of her scarves are of Southwestern flora. But she has yet to paint a skull. This painting is so fluid, to me. Here, we can appreciate what it is that death, time, and the sun do to remains. Bleach us out, that's what. Purify our cells. Create texture where there was none before. Death is a new color for life; it's just a step to another evolution. Thank God for death.