After the death of my mother I visited the cemetary at Kozma street quite often, I took long walks among the graves. In the spring I was looking at the growing plants, and I was watching the silent tombs in the winter. Somehow I felt, that something is always happening here: a snails walks to the well, a plant starts to grow between two graves, and sometimes the cemetary is just sleeping silently. It enchanted me. I think this is how my series about the cemetary was born: and I finished the Four Seasons in the Cemetary with this summer, in July 2012.