The idea of death is frightening and unbearable for most people. There is in me an idea of eternity, the illusion of invulnerability, but I know that like all good things, my life will end. I want to live, I love life, and I love those around this life even more. I cannot bring myself to accept the irreversible cessation of my vital functions to reach the impasse of death, of which we cannot explain anything about our real future once this state is reached.
With art I try to describe my vision of this inescapable fear, its path, its unknown root cause, its phenomenon which in reality escapes me. In my mind it is constantly evolving. Today my rational side would tend to say that after a respiratory arrest and the cessation of the heartbeat, there is nothing, nothingness, the cessation of electrical brain activity and therefore a void. When an individual dies something disappears for those who loved him, he will no longer be there. From which follows another question for me, what is life?
Death is the finality of life, for some it may just be a step in a life story which continues differently or elsewhere, in a reincarnation, for others who have a certain faith, it would be a journey towards their God, a heavenly world made of pleasure, happiness, love and sweetness. From my rational and Cartesian point of view, I do not see death, I do not materialize it, therefore this death cannot exist as a phenomenon in a future, the question of what will be our being or our soul. All opinions are possible and admissible.