Heavens are made of ice
With series Heavens are made of ice I try to paint Death in a Beautiful manner. It sounds contradictory and maybe even counterintuitive, which is why it is hard to explain why do I want to achieve that, but we all know how much it hurts to love someone and then lose them.
The Inuit face Death much more frequently than we do, it surrounds them even when they might not be really aware of it. Winters are so cold that nothing except rabbits and deer survive. Plants freeze, birds fly away, flies fall to the ground. The landscape becomes dead and empty. But this emptiness gives way for something else to happen.
In this seeming desolation, the presence of the Transcendent starts to appear and it is much more powerful than in larger cities where it gets suffocated by artificial light, noise and every kind of debris. Nature becomes frightening and at the same time indescribably Beautiful. The thought of being just a kilometre or two away in the middle of an icy desert without a jacket is terrifying. You come face to face with your own fragility. It grounds you and you begin to appreciate aspects of your existence that you not only did not appreciate before, but perhaps did not even notice. The most obvious one – I’m going to die.
