“By the Deathbed” by Edvard Munch
Good news, bad news. First, the bad news: I am dead. Now the good news:
Miraculously, I am still able to report to you from above. I am watching the mayhem, following my prison stabbing, unfold. Prisoner 5327 (R. Bateman) has been tackled by a guard, but is still clutching the bloody shank with which he smote me. I see myself bleeding out on the concrete floor of the prison dining hall awaiting the tardy paramedics. I see my fellow inmates enjoying a glass of red and a slice of cheese before an inevitable lockdown. I see Warden Glynn furtively texting local galleries, buying up my paintings and prints before the news of my death breaks. Strangely, I feel nothing but unconditional love for all, Bateman and Glynn included. I see a light.