At my Aunty Eve's funeral a day or so ago, I witnessed this theatrical scene. A young girl, no more than 10yrs old, weeping in the style of an Italian widow and dancing barefoot with a single red rose at the front of the funeral hall. The image has been at the forefront of my mind ever since, so I decided to put it on paper.
Monday, March 1, 2010
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