I'm thinking about those funerary urns in which the Etruscans buried their cremated dead. They move me deeply and I can't say why exactly. These urns are like small sarcophagi, carved from alabaster. The scenes of the departed entering the underworld, saying goodbye to their families, or triumphing in their earthly life startle me, they are so vivid and graphic, if two thousand years old.
Maybe they make me wonder: what's next?
The 'Kan EWA