A Photo

Robert Mapplethorpe's 1988 self portrait has been on my mind lately.

This photo is striking. It's stuck with me since I first viewed it in 2010. 

Look at it. You know what it means. He's facing inevitability, his death.

It's courageous, yet heartbreaking. It's the thought that keeps moving us forward, the End.

Art is experienced differently by everyone; I can only tell you how I feel about a piece. If you want to see what I am talking about, you must look up the photo yourself. 

Engage with the piece and see what comes.

Edit: The real reason I didn't post the photo is that I didn't know how without it looking sloppy. So, I passed the work to the reader. Sue me!