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A portrait of Sir Thomas Aston standing at the deathbed of his wife: a large seventeenth-century mourning painting, predominantly in black and white. The dead woman, dressed in white lace bedclothes, lies in a grand bed to the right, which is draped in black velvet. A second woman, dressed in black, is kneeling at the foot of the bed in the bottom right corner, facing the viewer. She wears earrings of two black teardrop-shaped pearls at each ear.
oil on canvas
H 203.2 x W 215.1 cm
gift from the National Art Collections Fund, 1927
Signed (b centre) : Jo:Souch / Cestren(s) / Fecit artist's inscription, painted around the picture, commemorative inscriptions : (upper edge, left) The griefs of death surround me / in the year of grief September 30, 1635 aged 35 / Though I walk througˀŀŀˀŀŀˀŀŀˀŀŀˀŀŀˀŀŀˀŀŀˀŀŀˀŀŀˀŀŀˀŀŀˀŀŀˀŀŀˀŀŀˀŀŀ⁀ ⁀ ⁀ ⁀ ⁀ ⁀ ⁀ ˀŀŀǀŀʀŀŀʀŀŀʀŀŀǀŀŀǀŀŀǀŀŀǀŀŀǀŀŀǀŀŀǀŀŀǀŀŀǀŀŀǀŀŀǀŀŀǀŀŀǀŀŀ⁀ ⁀ ⁀ ⁀ ⁀ ⁀ ⁀ ǀŀŀǀŀŀŀǀŀŀǀŀŀǀŀŀǀ년ވǀŀŀǀŀŀǀŀŀǀŀŀǀŀŀǀŀŀǀŀŀǀŀ