One of my favorite artists, Edvard Munch was tormented as a child by the early death of his mother and favorite sister. His father became pious after this passed and often displayed bouts of madness and horror to his remaining children. Edvard’s health in decline, his oppressive father and constant ghost stories paved the way for his nightmarish and macabre visions in his work. He has said to feel death coming for him. His work was meant to create tension and emotion with the artistic lines and strive toward expression of the soul. Edvard had only his art as those who were close to him continued to pass on. He was alone and left with the inheritance of insanity and poverty. The quote above makes me think about what happens to us when we pass. We leave behind family, friends and a legacy but can we continue to have an impact beyond memories? An alternative to burial, cremation or funeral pires helps us to become something else, maybe even have another life. Enter Bios Urn.. https://urnabios.com// For those of you wanting to give back and not impact, what an amazing way to become part of the earth in ways that you can leave a legacy.
“Requiem” is the accusative singular form of the Latin noun requies, “rest, repose”. Requiem is also used to describe any sacred composition that sets to music religious texts which would be appropriate at a funeral. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Requiem
I prefer the first definition. I find it fitting then when I see anything at rest in death that the sacred composition of life is singing through them. The peace achieved in death by the one who left is something elusive and therefore sacred.
My first memories of death come from the quantity of funerals I attended in my childhood. Large families often equated to the very real idea of ‘life moves on’. What I remember most was the Ritual. From the Rosary with gorgeous as well as overdone flowers in quantities I had never seen to person after person kneeling, crying praying and often lamenting in front of the deceased who was at peace. I had no feeling of the event, no tears, no idea someone who had once impacted the world had left. There was just a picture memory of the death after death and the procession of events that followed. The mass, the lines of people, the priest, the pal bearers, the cars all in a row, the headlights, the tears, the black everywhere, the tissues, more flowers, the dirt, the metal, the grave all alone. The Ritual had no distinct human meaning for me as a child but it had lasting effects for my appreciation for what I witnessed with no emotional attachment. I saw beauty. I saw peace and I saw life.
What does it say about me to see so much death and remain detached? I have wondered about this since I realized what I witnessed was at best painful. What I know is I am not the only person who derives multiple definitions from Death. It informs our life, it impacts our decisions and is the ultimate judge for how we live our life.
This blog is about my obsession with and desire to be close to ideas about death, customs and the way we fear it or celebrate it as humans.
My interests in Death range from Cultures and Customs to Literal Representations to Bizarre and Upsetting to Comic and let’s not forget Genius Execution of the idea in alternate forms.
This journey into the unknown helps take mystery out of something we see as frightening. Looking Death in the eye, opens up ideas on what not only Death means but what we make out of terms and ideas we are uncomfortable with in life.