This is my 4th death painting, an interpretation inspired by a conversation about death. The person I was talking to had said that death in a painting would convey things in terms of color, but not the absence of it. For what you are is like this mass of fumes (your soul) and as you go through life your colorless soul gets tainted by different events - a heartbreak turns a soul indigo while hope gives it a yellowish hue etc. So that by the time you are dead and your soul is reaped away it comes away all colorful.
[This painting was an interesting journey because I was struggling with her lungs, I didn't know what to fill it with. Then on a morning filled with pent up rage, I just started splashing neon colors and it worked]