Life. Art. Vanity.
“Let me show you how the dead lie,” he said, lying flat on the hot ground.
We laughed. He didn’t move.
We called. He didn’t respond.
He never got up.
He died right there while pretending to be dead. And somehow, that was the most honest thing he ever did.
That memory was hard to forget and today, I decided to visualize it. This abstract piece is called: “Vanity Upon Vanity.”
At first glance, it’s just colours and strokes but look again:
The faded skull shows through in the dust a quiet whisper that everything ends.
The jagged black lines rise and fall like the ambitions we chase. They lead nowhere.
The sunlike circle rises and sets a loop. Life continues, people come and go, nothing stays.
The background is earth-toned reminding us: “From dust we came, to dust we return.”
This isn’t just a painting. It’s a truth many avoid: Life is brief. All we chase is dust if purpose isn’t in it.
So I stopped rushing.
Stopped pretending.
And started living more aware.
Vanity upon vanity all is vanity.
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