Victor Man: How to Paint Death

When I was young, the thought that my mother might die terrified me. Back then, before I had understood that dying is not optional, my mother would tell me that, were it ever to happen, I shouldn’t worry because she wouldn’t disappear; she would just become very tiny, and I could then carry her around in my pocket. She would become something else. Over time, I learned that ‘becoming something else’ happens very rarely in life but quite frequently in art. In Victor Man’s art, it happens a lot: to both people and things. …