beauty of my passing

It is the custom to give nice titles to the artworks. I like that tradition. It forces to think - to rename what one sees in front by shifting from worry for self to the dreams. That is the art therapy, the power of the fine arts to rename the everyday cares into something just unforgettable.

The passing is sorrowful experience, yet we can see some beauty here too. As you know, the diaries are used to grow into the objects that are worthy examination. So we all have a chance. This picture stands in line too.