Selfportrait. Please remember that You molded me like clay. Would You now return me to dust?
I always think about death. Realizing the fact that we all are going to die give me power to move and fight my fears. I was made with clay that became alive. Then, this clay will die. I was made out of clay and will be turned to dust again. I am Earth. I can create new life too. I am passion, ideas, energy, sex. My body grow, bloom. My body is changing while I am alive. It will continue changing after my death. Therefore, it is dying all the time. When I die my body will continue changing. They will give chance to another types of life, like bugs and worms, bacterias. Every type of my physical being is creating life. Conclusion is - everything around is life and is alive. Even death is life.
