The more I live the more I understand that my life as an artist is not a process preceding death; on the contrary, it is a life after death, the deaths of whole epochs I went through and died with. The greatest (deceased) thinkers have already announced the death of God, of History, of Art (particularly, of painting), so it is only natural to prolong the logical chain and to proclaim the death of Death itself, as in the last stanza of ‘Had-Gadya’. If so, our world is the Other world, our lives are eternal ones, our mode of existence is one of Paradise, and Time has no dominion. That is, if I’m dead as an artist, like all my colleagues from the Past, I have the pleasure and the privilege to keep them company in the everlasting, timeless world and even to be seen through their eyes.