[Spoken]
For two years after Lolabelle's death I continued to get notifications from a Facebook account I didn't even know she had. One of the things I did to try to remember her was make huge paintings, imagining her 49 days in the Bardo. Most of the paintings were full of wind, and noise, and chaos. And half remembered songs

[Singing]
You were there, dressed as a cat
Two French girls in Mexican hats
Never knew you could dance like that

Smoke was whirling, you shout
And that was when the fire broke out

I say "oh!"
Another fire

You're dreaming
Just another fire
You're dreaming