...Not heartthrob, but the national treasure of Russia and the world, beyond boundaries. His voice is velvety creamy like the smoothest cappuccino, and lyrical. His mouth and lips belong to someone born to sing. Since I know bel canto, I know why his lip movements, jaw and even tongue appear the way they are. He has won hearts because he is so natural, the smile, the eyes, the expression. He is himself and he becomes his songs, his music. When Russians love their artistic tradition, he becomes nationhood.
But you don't need to be Russian to love him.
So if you love and treasure him the artist, stop thinking about him as "barihunk" (there is website that features him as such). Look at the audience, so respectful and subdued. He is singing for his people, who mime the words of their songs, after him.
He is the country. The world respects the bond between artists and nationhood.
About his death,stop thinking about your loss, but think about his pain when he realized he could no longer sing or act, and had to cancel his performances. Think about him, the artist you love, dying in hospice.
The appreciation of art from humankind must extend to the human being that gives you such art, not because of yourself and what you can take from him, or the enjoyment you receive from him, but what you can give him, even from afar, a different corner of the world...
An artist is someone who gives, in spite of themselves. The star is someone who takes the adoration from his/her public (money, status, fame). If inside the "star" there is no artist, and if someone seeks stardom but not art, then perhaps that's when the "straight gate" is closed.
Give your love to the one who gives, by giving. That's what the "strait gate" means in the case of art.
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