Zamza

Funny how the universe stitches together.
About 20 years ago I had a recurring nightmare: I was on the 5th or 6th floor of an abandoned tenement apartment building and there was a guy with a shotgun running up the stairs and his intention was to kill me. There was simply no way out: I couldn't jump out of the window and with nothing in the room to use as a weapon or hide behind, it was only a matter of a few shots and he'd get me. My only way out was to perhaps jump him IF he came through the door; but he could just fire a few shots through the wall and probably get me. I always woke up in a sweat. As time has gone by I realized that I never faced the prospect of my own mortality and I got to work on that about three - four years ago (I'm 59) and while dying would be a great disappointment - life, interrupted/life is what happens while we're busy making plans - it holds no fear for me.
This little story is told because your painting evokes that dream; the colors were darker and a bit more muted, but that would be me sitting on the floor, waiting for the inevitable. It's well done in all respects, never mind my emotional view of it.