FOR ETERNITY
2018
Textile felting sculpture with light
“A person never dies. Not as long as there is someone who keeps him alive, inside him. Which makes this feeling a continuous love despite the loss of touch.”
Every day I remind myself that Death exists and that, inevitably and despite being the greatest enemy of Life, they go hand in hand. When a human being dies, the world does not die with him. Life continues, as if nothing had happened, as if the Earth had not stopped having one more living being to breathe, to live.
Death is not difficult for the dead, but for the living. It is not difficult for those who leave, but for those who stay here. For them the world stops.
When it's someone close to us, it's different... We feel the pain of the death of the person we love inside us. We shed tears, even though this form of expression seems little to us for so much pain and suffering we feel. It's horrible not knowing what to do to comfort the person who has just lost a part of themselves. You don't really die, but a part of you is taken away. That person, the one who died, takes you with him, as a way of not forgetting
Death is not difficult for the dead, but for the living. It is not difficult for those who leave, but for those who stay here. For them the world stops.
When it's someone close to us, it's different... We feel the pain of the death of the person we love inside us. We shed tears, even though this form of expression seems little to us for so much pain and suffering we feel. It's horrible not knowing what to do to comfort the person who has just lost a part of themselves. You don't really die, but a part of you is taken away. That person, the one who died, takes you with him, as a way of not forgetting
about you, nor you about him. I believe that we all have a soul. And that death is not the end. Not truly. Her life has come to an end, but she will continue to live in the hearts of all those who loved her and who still love her. Because she left, but we didn't. And I believe that a person only really leaves when we stop remembering them with love, affection and with a smile on their lips.
When we stop loving the person in death, in the same way that we love him in life, that's when the person really dies. You don't live forever, but you live in the hearts of people who love the deceased, until the deceased too stops beating, when his time comes.
A person never really dies if we keep him alive in our minds and hearts. It is a love that, despite passing through death, never dies. Although we change over time, this love remains, as it were, frozen and does not change.
When we stop loving the person in death, in the same way that we love him in life, that's when the person really dies. You don't live forever, but you live in the hearts of people who love the deceased, until the deceased too stops beating, when his time comes.
A person never really dies if we keep him alive in our minds and hearts. It is a love that, despite passing through death, never dies. Although we change over time, this love remains, as it were, frozen and does not change.
This work was exhibited at José Rodrigues Foundation.
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