About a month ago, a childhood friend and neighbor of mine was killed when she lost control of her car. Her car veered off the road, flipped on its hood, and landed in a creek. She was only 21.
Ever since her death, I’ve felt a coldness that constantly follows me. This coldness is Thanatophobia, the fear of death. It reminds me of what is the most real, of what is always present and looming, perhaps just around the corner.
This is a very morbid piece. This piece depicts a real death that actually occurred, and is not in any way meant to romanticize this particular death or death in general. In fact, it’s meant to do the opposite: it’s supposed to make you feel Thanatophobic. The flat colors and textures are made to feel still and silent, and give a sense of lifelessness. There is nothing beautiful about death, save for the life that it took.