To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.
Catharsis: a Greek word meaning "purification" or "cleansing" derived from the ancient Greek gerund transliterated as kathairein "to purify, purge," and adjective katharos "pure or clean".
The concept: This is all about illness, not my own illness but the pain brought to me by my grandma's disease, lung cancer. She died 14 years ago, but I still can remember how painful it was. By the time she became ill, she was living with us and I remember, clearly, the dry cought all night and the blood in the bathroom and in the asseptic sheets. Hard times. She was like a mother for me, so it was one of the bad periods of my life. The fact that I chose myself for the photo was intentional too. I intend the picture to be not only a representation of the disease but also a way to show how traumatic it was for me. I actually felt the symptons. So, this is really a catharsis. It is also a homage to my grandma. I'll meet you again, wherever you may be.
I stumbled across this picture years ago (and I was one of those lazy people who didn't leave a comment) and thought this was an interesting picture before exiting out of the window. I can't begin to tell you how many times I have thought about this image and how much it all makes sense to me. This is one of the most powerful images I have ever seen and my mind seems to always come back to it. I was lucky enough today to stumble across it again and it's so much stronger seeing it again. Beautiful.
Thank you very much for taking the time to write this moving comment. I no longer upload stuff here, but it's a pleasure to know that my pictures still have impact on people.
My nan had cancer which spread right through her(she died in 1997), and although I was shielded from the horror of her disease, I still know the pain of losing someone from such a terrible thing.
I no longer upload stuff here, but it's a pleasure to know that my pictures still have impact on people.
My nan had cancer which spread right through her(she died in 1997), and although I was shielded from the horror of her disease, I still know the pain of losing someone from such a terrible thing.
I'm glad people can understand my pain.
I hope that you're getting better as time goes on, m'dear...but this is very lovely indeed.
You know, time heals everything. I think I'm better now.