Please stand here and do not cross that yellow line,
Put on your headphones and we shall hear the history of the painting...

"The art of staying alive was created when I realized that life exceeds the spectrum of the things we knew,
That the world beneath my feet is much larger than I am,
And yet,
here I am,
stepping on it,
rendering it powerless underneath my very soles

The air that keeps me breathing,
Surrounds me as I lay down my trust,
hoping it does not choke me,
The ocean and the seas that always seemed polite,
Who never fails to greet in waves,
hold the deepest secrets of what happened underneath

The art of staying alive is breathing and looking,
breathing and touching,
breathing and moving,
breathing and...

The art of staying alive is not designed to be looked at as a way of living,
The art of staying alive maneuvers its way to be seen as existing,
To survive and to thrive,
to feed and to eat,
to breathe and to leave,
from dusk till dawn,
from your bed to your death

A cycle that will perceive you as useless,
A result of the pre-planned events,
before we even decide who gets to plan our things,
The art of staying alive begins with a curious mind and an open heart,

When you realize that the world is not just the one beneath our feet,
When you realize that the air we breathe is no longer our friend,
When you finally get into the water,
and you realize that the politeness of the seas is not a gesture of courtesy,
But a gesture of rudeness and mockery,

The water that moves with the air as your whole world revolves and rotates,
waves you goodbye as you drown in your own tears,

No lifeguards,
no tourists,
no friends,
no family,
no more

As the unwelcomed fluid enters you,
The blood from the explosion of your heart and lungs,
Paints the entire solar system of you,
Stroking each part with the gentlest touch,
Blending red with red,
modeling each vein to look like the deteriorating painting of Michael Angelo's fresco in the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel,

And soon,
blood will exit the body,
as every single one of your organs explodes,
You then give up trying to suppress the mess inside,

Red will meet blue,
but it does not create purple,
Instead,
Red overpowers blue,
and blue let red,

By tomorrow,
from the top view of the seas,
Red will be seen spelling out your world,
Red will be seen releasing the chapters of the unwritten book,
Red will be seen dictating the life of the unlived but soon to be forgotten,

And soon,
you'll realize that you are in fact,
much smaller than the world you knew,
That the invisible is far more powerful than what is seen,
That the dark is far scarier if the existence of light is known,
That labyrinths are far more suffocating
when the awareness of the complexity of life has stepped into arrival. "

Thank you for listening.
This is the Art of Staying Alive.
Shall we proceed to the next painting?