The work

From a great article on NPR:

He can still see and appreciate and draw and paint, and in this watercolor, which he literally painted on his deathbed, he extends his hand, places it on a blank page, traces it in pencil. You can see the original pencil marks at the end of some of his fingers, and then, as his last act, with his right hand he draws from the only model left to him, his veined left hand, and very soon after, he dies.

To be at the edge of your time, on the cusp of extinction, and still be working like that? This is a long way from “I am waving. I am waving my hands. I am disappearing”. This is pressing your mind against the world and still saying, “Here I am. Here’s what I see…”