Susan Worsham stages poignant scenes in suburban Richmond, Virginia, and the bucolic landscape surrounding her childhood neighborhood that suggest interweaving narratives of loss, grief, healing, and renewal. Here, life and death are caught in an unsettling yet beautiful interplay as soft fox fur stoles drape over vividly blooming azalea bushes in an explosion of rich colors and textures. This work, which is part of her series exploring the loss of her brother to suicide, infuses what she describes as “the sweetness of childhood memory” with a sense of melancholy.