For me, death is a process of complete disappearance, the absolute end of all forms of existence, with no possibility of life after death. But at the same time, I am both terrified and intrigued by the moment of death, this transition from something to nothing, the dissolution of consciousness, the way the brain ceases to function. Is it akin to losing consciousness? Or to the film "Mulholland Drive"? My work is a self-portrait in which I attempt to reflect on the experience of death, which I will inevitably face sooner or later. Perhaps it is the only experience that cannot be reflected upon retrospectively, so the premonition is all that I have available in this case.