This work is available in English and French :; My mother, my cat, my father, in that order My parents each took three months to die. Three months: time for the last gestures of love, time to become an orphan. But not the endless, grinding time of agony and despair, of seeing my flamboyant mother and my impeccable father fall from their heights. A week before she died, my mother refused to see an unwelcome visitor: "Tell him I'm dead!" On the Tuesday before he died, my father complained: "I'd like to go to that new place. We're losing time. Let's set a date, we keep delaying, delaying!" They died just in time, both of them: alive to the end. I forgot to cut a lock of their hair, and that's not like me. When my cat died, I saved a tuft of his fur. Florence was relieved: "I'm glad to see that you still distinguish between humans and animals."
About The Gallery
Founded in Paris in 1990 by Emmanuel Perrotin, then 21 years old, the gallery has become one of the most