Art, Life, Death.

By Marta Mazur.

Art, Life, Death.

Back there, on the floor of the prestigious local hospital, I saw a patient slowly leaving us. Unfortunately, it was very dramatic, even for me. Describing that slow death from the nurse’s perspective, would be unthinkable. I cannot help thinking that once this suffering bundle was a child, a dreamer, maybe a mother, and most of all a woman. I marvel about life and how fast it ends as the years fly by with a speed of a train. I remember glimpses of my own life. Just like through a train window the speed feels dizzying.

I came home and reflected on my paintings. They are my dreams and aspirations. I looked at my husband’s kind, open face. I consider us. The bonds of friendship and partnership that allowed us to grow together and struggle through.

One day I will also leave but today I will fight. I will try to have my train window scenes wide to the horizon.

"This old horse doesn't want to be dog food", wax and oils on hard board, 2020