Max Kondola speaking of his father's death.

"I could do nothing at all; all my emotions had been drained and were focused on my father's health. I could not get up and help, or calm her; I wanted the same for my father, but for him to life forever. Looking into my father's eyes, I could tell he knew what I was thinking."

"The need to get closer intensifies, to go beneath the skin, back to a state of belonging that is being slowly but inexorably denied. The skin, the hair the tone of the whole mass will be imprinted indefinitely in my memory. His eyes fixed towards the camera lens go beyond, into death, even further, into a place that I do not know."

"When I look deep within the photographs, death is so close, so close that I can almost small, feel and touch it."

"Death is 'the smile of unknowingness', it arrives, and the conclusion is that of a dream, time disappears, and a void appears, vivid images take over and are translated and embedded within. Seconds are hours and days, time becomes static and the illusion of the present in which our sponge-filled memory begins to conclude and become rational with something that time has already disposed of."

"Death has an impossible beauty, even in decay."