Where does the sun go? - original genre artwork Painting

This artwork on the serious theme of death was created from my childhood memories. I was 5 or 6 years old, my grandmother and I walked to the sea along the alley of pyramidal poplars. The sun was already sinking. Suddenly I asked: - Grandma, how will everything be done when you die? - Well, my mother died, without her everything is done like that, - my grandmother answered me. Her answer did not calm me down, but led me to search for an answer to my own question about the meaning of life. I'm still looking for) As a fan of textures, I experiment with every artwork. Here, the imprimatura was made with pure pigments, with water, which were fixed with acrylic later. None of my works can be copied even by me, they are all unique.