It calls to you, as it has to many, as it has to me over the years. Who is being buried? Often forgotten are two images: the dog and the shadowy figure almost unseen among the women. Most of the women, sad, naturally, are looking away. Why is this shadowy figure among them and who is it? Is it a male? Is that a moustache on its gray face? Why is the dog looking forlornly back at the women? Who, then, is being buried? A child? Perhaps. More likely a woman lost in childbirth, still a common occurrence in mid-19th century France. Some argue the infant would be in the picture to represent this. Others that the infant, as well, may have died.

Me? I know nothing. I suffer the misfortune of looking and having things speak to me. Plus, an artist in youth is not entirely reliable, yes? So, rightly you ask, “Who is this and what does he want from me?”

Possessor of Paul Newman eyes. Author of many things straightforward and strange. Some of them appear here. “Women zai shuo ba” as the Mandarin say. Born 2016.

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