Description from the author:
This picture was in no way related to the war. I started writing it as a memory of the loss of my grandmother, but it stood still for half a year because of the war. And I finished it with a different meaning but with the same emotions. During the war, we lose people, but this picture is not about death, but about the condition of the one who lost. About the body and its sensations. About the physical intertwined with the moral. For me, this is just a reminder that people can feel not only good and pleasant emotions that everyone knows how to describe, but that there are also those that we never discuss.
