The metaphysical space of the dictatorship is concentrated here up to the dream world, where there seem to be no boundaries (all the dictatorships of the world are somewhat similar). It immerses you in a vague, disturbing dream about life in brown-green, black-blue and dirty pink. A rich and complex palette, in fact, but it seems unbearable - these colors are associated with the color of prison cells, and also perfectly absorb faces and generalize bodies.
Iktatura is the experience of immersion in the meaningless and absurd. In the painting "What Monet brushed off" the figure of the general on a small stool grows like a muddy green water lily. He is either burying the Master, or peering at the "people" scurrying somewhere below, or he is going to hang himself. "Portrait of a young Belarusian ideologist" enters into dialogue with him. The young man has a socialist-realist look with honest blue eyes, which says that everything in his life-under-dictatorship will be good: both work, and salary, and new ones. But the deathly blue glow on his face is not accidental: he will also have the experience of senseless submission, reproduction of other people's speeches, farewell to the Master and existential emptiness.
Perhaps it is the fear of this emptiness and the future without the usual supports that causes the funeral trance when the Master dies. The funeral of the leader is the most emotional and meaningful of all the rituals of power of a dictator, a pathetic ritual code. For those who have arranged all the meanings of life in his imaginary figure, who are accustomed to their place in the vertical of power, who have agreed that he is just a little hungry person, saying goodbye to the conventional comrade Kim Jong Il is a disaster.