The approach of the night

Country: Spain

Manufactory: Lladro

Date of establishment: 2013

Sculptor: Alfredo Llorens

Size (cm): 40*57

Limited Series

Porcelain Story

I can not calmly look at this work. Especially lately. Somehow it is uncontrollably powerful, energetically uncontrollable. Rolling, like a blue-black ocean wave, ready at any moment, together with the ebb of the tide, to carry you into the abyss of cold waters - and never let you go again ... And so it stands in the box, examined only once. And then closed and pushed into the far corner, so as not to disturb the gloomy consciousness of the inevitable at some stage forebodings. It is only at first glance that everything in the composition looks like a dance of the approaching night - with all its mysterious revelations and unexpected confessions. Leave!.. What are the hopes? What, please tell me? Life is cruel and unmerciful. Life is progressively inevitable - like an incurable disease, always ending in one, easily predictable outcome. So what now - go crazy with fear of an irreversibly approaching inevitability?!

You know, it’s like once before, in our youth, when old people who survived the Great Patriotic War spoke with a heavy sigh about the current problems and troubles that had fallen on their heads: this is, they say, the main thing is that there should be no war. And we were able to fully understand the meaning of those lamentations only now, when the war that unexpectedly broke into our lives made us look at many things differently. So is old age... While a person is young and healthy, it is difficult for him to understand all these sentences: if only he had health... It is absurd for him to hear: remember death. What other death, when everything is just beginning?! When life is seething with a whirlpool of hopes and plans for the future, and the future seems transcendentally prosperous and happy...

I look at some of my acquaintances, once strong and self-confident, and now, with age, frankly broken under the weight of fear of the approaching night. And not even fear, but simply uncontrollable panic horror of its inevitability... And they ruin themselves with this, and kill themselves. And others, who live nearby and do not fully understand everything, also poison their lives with this attitude towards the obviously inevitable.

People, wake up. The world is so arranged. It has always been like this before us. And after us it will always be so. And we can't change the order of things. And no one can change. You have to learn to live with this. And the ancient truth "remember death" is not given to people in order to frighten them with this inevitability from the moment they realize the inevitability of human existence and departure. And just the opposite - in order, realizing this, to learn to appreciate every breath of fresh air, and every ray of sunshine, and every quivering touch of loved ones, and the incomparable smells of the native hair of children and grandchildren ...

Enjoy it every moment, realizing that there may not be another moment like this. And in moments of weakness, use the healing elixir of your memories more often. From which you are free to extract - at your discretion - the most pleasant and sincere or the most bad and shameful. You are the master of your memories. So learn to use them - to yourself and others for the joy. And life (the same life that a minute ago seemed terrible and unbearable to you) will suddenly begin to please you with the very realization that you are alive. And rejoice in it...

I do not know to whom these thoughts of mine may be of interest. All this is strongly similar to philosophical tediousness. It's much easier to perceive everything as you see it - in one spacious dimension. And then this porcelain composition can be perceived much more normally - beautiful women in chic dresses are in a hurry to surrender to the tide of a hot and unpredictable night. And what? Why not? What, in fact, is not an option?