Today I will write about one of the aims of my artistic activity. I want to make the memory of my Brother, who died so young, would not disappear with my death or the deaths of other people who remember him.
Indeed, I want to immortalize Marcinek (that’s my Brother’s name). My Brother died at the age of 13. Despite such a short life, I remembered him as full of life, always smiling, with a beautiful face, open to other people. I do not want to, and I won’t let his death remain forgotten by humankind. By writing it, I refer to Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s novel, named “The Centenarian.”
A famous Russian writer wrote that millions of other people’s deaths are passing by unknown and unnoticed.
Dostoyevski gave as an example a hundred-year-old woman. I agree with the Russian novelist. The fact is that, throughout the ages, millions of people’s life went and still goes unnoticed. Practically 99.9% of people who had already died, no one remembers.
I want to make my “Farewell” artwork, no matter how it goes, to be a tribute to my Brother. The memory of the death of my Brother is crucial for me. Unfortunately, the sad thing is that he was not given enough time to leave his mark on humanity permanently. I want to dedicate this post to my parents, who, at the time of their son’s death and practically all the time after this event, experienced incredible, almost unimaginable pain and torment in their souls.
At the same time, they always took care of me, their last living son.
I want to tell you, my beloved Parents, one word: Marcinek’s death was not a coincidence. It must have happened. But why? We will never find out.
Nevertheless, the fact is that with Marcinek’s death, also some part of me had died.
