We enter this world through mystical gates of birth and we leave it through the gates of death.
We know about the existence of death from the very first day of our birth,
but our mind keeps it a secret and closes our memory all the time.
So we believe in a dream that we shall never die or shall do it but not soon.
We think that our living on Earth is never ending but it really has an end.
Most of us die very sudden without having a chance to understand the main reason of our being in this world.
Death changes our usual state of mind, gives us special forces to remember even the smell and the color of your birth.
Then she makes us brake with the past and catches our sole into its magic nets...
I finished my work. It was deep night. I put away my brushes and washed my hands.
I was still thinking about returning home, but something in this feeling was wrong.
I thought about the death of a man and how he disappears from this world.
The phone rang in the morning and I heard about the death of my father.
He died alone in his small studio apartment and there was nobody to help him.
Death came and sat down right in front of him, looking through all his life and discussing it...
There was a telephone next to him but he couldn't call and ask for help. He was too weak.
There was a glass of water near his bed, but he couldn't reach it.
He lost his strength and was moveless at the dark eye of this dreadful bride.
Nobody knows how long they were looking at each other - the death and the old man,
but then very suddenly all the shadows in the room disappeared and everything lost it's shape.
A strange light filled the room. The man stood up to switch off the TV and death gave him her final strike.
Then the huge window lost its glass and frame and became a wide black road into the cold night.
From the album "Sergey Emets. The paintings."