This painting is about how I watched my mom die. It took me years to paint about this event in my life because of how painful it was. I heard my mom scream from her room. I ran and opened the door, and found her lying in her bed with a blood hemorrhage. She was nearly dead but she had a faint pulse for about five minutes and then she died. I have philosophized for years what this moment felt for my mom. There was an ethereal presence to her during those lost moments .I wondered how it felt for her to leave the earth and to go towards heaven. I thought about that suspended moment between leaving. In this picture she is floating like almost being in a suspended space. The blue suggests the sadness of her dying. The chaotic line markings and the portraits of me in the diptych below are about my crazy grieving process.