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Original made 2021, canvas \ acrylic, 180 * 160 cm. 2020 year, like for many, was difficult for me. There were indeed many significant losses, chief among which was the death of my mother. Since childhood, I have observed a number of states that I conventionally perceived as her separate personalities observed by me in different periods. I still cannot say with certainty what this person was 100%. Caring and affectionate mother? A hypochondriac frightening with his pain and resentment? A narcissist who plays hide and seek with his sexuality? A philosopher looking for answers? All this and more, but none of them completely. As a result, leaving behind scattered impressions and a flash of awareness, mom left, as each of us leaves. The title contains the word - unfinished. This concerns my perception of the possibility of describing something in principle. There is nothing definitive when it comes to our perception. We are always missing something else..