Presence Death fear is great importance in our inner experience, it haunts us reminding a kind of “underground hum” as a slumbering volcano. This is a dark disturbing presence lurking at the edge of consciousness. The hand at the photograph could no longer be alive. A few weeks fighting for the life in a hospital. When I was five years old – my grandfather died, at age of 15 – my grandmother passed away. At 16 – my father died… Among my classmates are already three dead, and one of them she was for a long time my close friend. During the last three years three of my friends lost their fathers.
Not being faced with death straightforwardly and trying to imagine it and fell anxiety, it is necessary complex mental activity, planning and projecting your “I” to the future. I think about my experiences and how difficult it is to accept that you are mortal. Maybe Unknown cannot be grasped by the known. All our knowledge pass unknown being unable to see what it is. Our knowledge about the World maybe obscure the real picture of the World. Is the permanent increase by a person of this kind of knowledge about the World and himself to the task and the goal of Death itself, that wants to be hidden in its secret? About me I’m an independent photographer, working at the intersection of the genre, documentary and art photography. I’ve exposed in several solo and collective exhibitions in St.Petersburg and other cities Russia.
Ekaterina Vasilyeva, 36 year Russia St.Petersburg