Open ending

The pictures themselves are the death of the subject at the moment. A death that comes with eternity. Pictures carry the lived lives. Lives full of stories. But the photograph of the dead reveals a certain narrative that it has suddenly come to an end and now has to resume its existence in another way. The photograph of death is no longer death but the continuation of the subject's life. A voluptuous, incompetent subject who leaves the story of his life to our imagination with no hidden interference. And now, the incomplete portraits of the dead are like a flawed tale and cripple us into more imagination and speculation and stimulate us to know more about the subjects and what they are.