Death is a tragedy. When it happens to someone close to you, your soul gets ripped apart. It will change you forever. The images below show a series of pictures I made after my mum died. They were the first step out of many in getting to terms with loosing her. She died of cancer.
The picture with life and death and the cyclical nature of the two. The artificial colors express the disconnect with the natural world I experienced when I was morning. They are ment as a guide to the morning observer explaining that even though everything is bleak. This page will also turn with time and make room for new life which will have to be embraced as well (in time).