About Dying takes place in the space between death and burrial. It’s a peak into the world that we hardly ever see, although it is one of the only things we all share regardless of gender, nationality, age or language.
Here are lying women and men, girls and boys on ice, because they were careless, because they were unlucky, or because their time was come.
The only complete certainty in life is that one day we will die. It is the most certain thing in the world, and the biggest uncertainty we experience of the world, because nobody can certainly say what will happen afterwards. Maybe that is why we find it so difficult to speak about death.
And maybe that’s why it is hidden away, under linens, in inaccessible dedicated rooms, in cold corridors beneath hospitals.
What would happen if we saw with our own eyes. If we got a picture of that we already know. That the body is perishable, that it can be torn apart, that it becomes stiff and cold, that it rots and that in the end it is only the shell we inhabit while we are alive.

"For the heart, life is simple. It beats as long as it can. And then it stops. Sooner or later, one day or another, the stamping movement stops by itself, and the blood begins to run to the bodies' lowest point, where it gathers itself in a little lake, visible from without as a dark, soft point on the still whiter skin, all this as the temperature sinks, the limbs stiffen and the intestines empty". Karl Ove Knausgård, ’My Struggle #1’

Cathrine Ertmann, born in Denmark 1983, works mainly with reportage and portraits. She has worked one and a half year for danish daily Morgenavisen 
Jyllands‐Posten, and her work has been published in various newspapers in Denmark. Her works has also been published and recognized in the US. Right now she is living and furthering her education in New York City at the International Center of Photography.