On July 15, 2008, my sister died. As with the passing of anyone who is loved by someone else, there were a lot of circumstances and arrangements and emotions to think about and to feel and to carry out. Cleaning out her apartment was no easy chore.
This is the beginning of a series related to the themes of her life, especially concerning the numbers 1, 111 and 1,111 and how I, as her "little sister" perceived them.
9"x12" Oil Stick and Graphite on Gessoed Paper