Just last year I discovered that I had an entire closet filled with things that I had no practical use for, things that I had accumulated over the years but wasn't ready to part with yet. One of the things in this closet was a small painting by an ex-girlfriend of mine who had since died of cancer. The ex-girlfriend's name was Maya, and she had died two years earlier at the age of forty-three. The painting was one of the last paintings she made before she stopped making paintings altogether.
Porter, A. (2018). Vines. Southern Review, 54, 377-394.