death visits Amaranta Buendía
At the final moment, however, Amaranta was not frustrated, but, on the contrary, free of all bitterness because death had awarded her the privilege of announcing itself several years ahead of time. She saw it on one burning afternoon sewing with her on the porch a short time after Meme had left for school. She saw it because it was a woman dressed in blue with long hair, with a sort of antiquated look, and with a certain resemblance to Pilar Ternera during the time when she helped with the chores in the kitchen... Death did not tell her when she was going die or whether her hour was assigned befote that of Rebecca, but ordered her to begin sewing her own shroud on the next sixth of April. She was authorized to make it as complicated and fine as she wanted, but jus as honestly executed as Rebecca's, and she was told that she would die without pain, fear, or bitterness on the day that she finished it. - One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez
mixed media, digital print
Labels: drawing
2 Comments:
so you finished the book.
kind of sad but not really..right?
This drawing is beautiful just like the book.
i haven't finished yet, but felt i wanted to make some dedication to this terrible, pathetic, and lovely character Amaranta.
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