Askiz Makes Art

(translated)

While falling asleep a couple of days ago, I had a terrible realization that at any moment my loved ones could die. And I can't influence it in any way, protect them. I can't even be sure for my own safety...

But even scarier, what will be our last words to each other? Before someone's death, you want to say the most pleasant things, words of love and support, and have time to say goodbye to your loved one. In reality, we always expect and hope that we will meet again and have a good time. But where is the guarantee? What if that smile or tear of a person will be the last thing you saw?

I imagine Death with a gun, constantly aiming at people and suddenly shooting. But they don't see the scope. People continue to live their lives, crossing hundreds of scarlet rays from the weapons of Death every day. Some manage to retreat from the bullet at the last second. Others take a step towards her.

In general, initially this art was supposed to show this unpredictability of death from a human point of view (because in fact, this is not a pure accident, but a chain of events that we can hardly predict). But we know something for sure, and in the end it came to art about the harm of smoking ahaha. A man walks and smokes, and Death, which he does not recognize, has already aimed at him from behind. The smoke from cigarettes shows the danger, makes it obvious.

What will happen next? No one knows. Including me. Maybe a person will come to his senses and retreat from Death, or maybe not