FUNeral
Happy New Year… Except that each subsequent year seems to be worse. The year 2022 started for me with being infected with COVID. I was stuck in bed and convinced I would die. Shortly after, the war in Ukraine started. I live close to the border, so the certainty that I would die any moment increased. For the first time, I was so scared that I couldn’t hide from death. So, I started preparing for it, in my way. I thought about what I would like to wear to my own funeral, how the ceremony should look, etc. I prepared instructions for my mom, organized a few outfits. Eventually, I returned to life, and everything was fine. But the strange thought of death stayed with me.
And on the first day of 2023, I found my personal, though not very mature, reason to die. It was my first unfortunate love (Hi Karolina! Take pictures for my Tinder profile, take me on trips to Italy, introduce me to your family! Oh, but I forgot to tell you, I don’t want anything to do with you romantically!). After the rejection, I didn’t want to get up, eat, or do anything. I started imagining myself in a coffin again, and the whole topic of death returned. So, I want to approach and touch on this topic but do it in my own way. I want to use myself as an object and photograph myself as a guide to a good death. I want to present the theme of ars moriendi in a colorful way, not so dark and scary, but close to life. Because without death, we wouldn’t be able to appreciate life.
The project might be crazy and very strange, but why not tackle a topic that scares me?