In the darkest hour, there may be light: Works from Damien Hirst's murderme collection
A range of symbols spring to mind when thinking about death: the hooded figure wielding a sickle, the faceless boatman ferrying the souls of the dead across the River Styx, the watery existence ascribed to the souls in Hades' underworld and Purgatory - the quintessential departure lounge where Christian souls gather waiting to pass into eternal bliss.
Matthew Barney: Drawing Restraint
When we speak of executing something - an article, a work of art, a musical composition - we speak of working towards some kind of resolution, of there being a sequence of events causally related and moving forward in time. Sometimes the end product, in the case of art, will stand on its own without a trace of what went before, as if all moments working up to that point have been washed clean, leaving the work immaculate, but in a way, lifeless.