I think this is very true. And not merely in the case of art and artists, but anyone who has committed suicide. We always seem to be looking for indications in what they have left behind and we cannot help scrutinizing whatever that is– be it their diaries, their art work, their letters, the things they have said, their favourite colours, their desktop wallpaper — mostly because we want to find answers for ourselves. It is, as your rightly say, an impulse. I wonder if we will ever learn to accept suicides without asking “why?”

And I agree with Oscar — thank you so much for doing this piece on her. I don’t know when I would have discovered her, otherwise.