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<p><span class="detail-box-desc"><strong><em><span style="color: #292929; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></span></span></em></strong></span></p> <ol> <li><strong><em> </em></strong> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span class="detail-box-desc"><span style="color: #292929; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><strong><em>"Absence of beauty was like hell" (100 x 100 cm) , by </em></strong><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><strong><em>Erik Pevernagie</em></strong></span></span></a> xx<strong><em> </em></strong> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">We never come out untouched from the spell of beauty. While we break away from the commonplace, upscaling and veering from the trodden path, it challenges the ordinary. On the broken pieces of the humdrum of our lives, beauty conjures up poetry and infinity.</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">As beauty is in the eye of the beholder, we must make sure to heal our impaired vision, filter our perception, and sharpen the focus of our attention because willful blindness can never empower inspiriting vibrations or awaken the twinkles of enlightenment.</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">Poet John Keats was fascinated by beauty. " A thing of beauty is a joy forever." : Beauty is a source of recurring joy and happiness. Philosopher Emanuel Kant distinguishes the "beautiful" from the "sublime." The beautiful pleases universally. It is an object of constant delight.</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">However, the "sublime" is not to be found in nature, but only in our ideas, in our minds. But what do we do when beauty is absent? What, when "Botox" has failed?</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">As many people are ready to die for beauty, they are prepared to go through an infernal desert of starvation. The absence of beauty means ultimate loneliness. The absence of beauty means guilt and exile into no-man land. Life becomes an outcast's journey through a gloomy valley when beauty has forsaken."</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">But beauty is not a warrant for wellbeing. So does happiness not hinge on social success but is only legible via intricate, meandering discovery journeys in our minds.</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">Beauty can be wearing out quickly like glitzy pants, slowly waning through the tiredness of age, the fickleness of neglect, the boredom of habit, or the revenge of poor treatment.</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">In the architecture of their life, some may display Potemkin's beauty and happiness. They hide the dark features of their fair-weather condition, preferring setting up a window dressing of fake satisfaction for fear of being rejected as emotional outcasts.</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><br /> Phenomenon: Beauty, happiness .</span></em></strong></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">Factual starting point: Woman' '</span></em></strong></p> </span></span></div> </li> </ol>

Absence of beauty was like hell
<p><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>""Amour en friche"" - ""Fallow lying girl "" , by </strong></em><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, 100 x 80 cm, oil on canvas x</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong><br /></strong></em></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>If love does not make us reborn from ourselves, if it does not bring out the best values in us, if it does not reveal us to ourselves, life has dispossessed us, and the reasons are hidden in the dark chambers of our past.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>When people are missing out on their choices and cannot distinguish between pleasant, witty, funny, filthy, or scurrilous walks of life anymore, they will have a hard time inhabiting a pleasing and enriching experience; and integrating into a world of understanding and recognition.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>If we don't stay undyingly hungry for attention and awareness, our life is doomed to remain desperately fallow. If energy and enthusiasm are quenched, and feelings are dried up, if emotions remain scorched and parched, love and affection become tangled in a flat and numb marsh. Nothing is growing any longer: no flowers, no foreseeable hope, and no potential prospects. As no seed of loving care has been sown, no bud comes into bloom. A bud of expectation has become an illusion, and life has come to a standstill. Love is lying fallow. "Amour en friche."</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>When love gets on the slippery slope, ignorance or indifference might be the keystones of disillusionment. When love has left us in the lurch, and nothing ever strikes a chord anymore, we must realize that the vibrations of happiness have disappeared in a vacuum. The ethereal and exalting feel of harmony that we may have ignored before is absent now that time has passed by and everything has expired.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>Love might be frightening at times, and some may be scared of becoming infatuated. That's why they choose instead to chicken out when walking on thin ice: poise and guts are letting them down. A romantic escapade mostly turns out to be a gamble and remains an adventure with surprises. Love is like a musical score, sometimes very tuneful, creating a harmony of sounds, sometimes extremely harsh, striking a hell of false notes.</strong></em></span></p> <p> </p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>Singer Amy Winehouse felt like lying fallow in the ground of a wasteland "with tears dry, dying a hundred times, going back to black" and leaving eventually for a place of ultimate sorrow and heartbreak, for a point of no return.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><em><strong><br /></strong></em></span></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon: </strong></em><a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Love" title="Love"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Love</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> in need of </strong></em><a class="new" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=Attention&amp;action=edit&amp;redlink=1" title="Attention (page does not exist)"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>attention</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> and </strong></em><a class="new" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=Consideration%27%27&amp;action=edit&amp;redlink=1" title="Consideration'' (page does not exist)"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>consideration''</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: </strong></em><a class="new" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=Girl&amp;action=edit&amp;redlink=1" title="Girl (page does not exist)"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Girl</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> lying</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong> </strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><em><strong> </strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> </p>

Amour en friche
<p><span class="detail-box-desc"><strong><em><span style="color: #1e1e1e; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></span></span></em></strong></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"> </span></p> <p><em><strong>Digging for white gold (80 x 100 cm) , by </strong></em><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on canvas.</strong></em></p> <p> </p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><strong><em>Let us dig for the white gold of happiness. Let us disobey the petrification of our mind before toxic thoughts transform our life into a matrix of numbers and columns and kill the bounciness of our drives, catching our future off guard.</em></strong></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><strong><em>Let us loosen our grip sometimes, open up and break free from the corroded mechanism of our life, and let us thereby indulge in living by the seat-of-the-pants, allowing unclouded and eye-opening rides.</em></strong></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><strong><em>Happiness may be a hardwired obsession in our brains. First and foremost, we should learn to foster an upright quest for unvarnished well-being and, above all, not give in to vain temptations of displaying counterfeit contentment and fake smiling.</em></strong></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><strong><em>Nature is a raw material and teaches us to be unfeigned and straightforward. It does not allow dubiousness.</em></strong></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><strong><em>Nature lovers are key players in the white gold adventure. They have taken possession of the snowscapes and have inflamed people's passion and imagination. They must, however, respect nature's spirit and its rituals.</em></strong></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><strong><em>Let us not neglect rituals. They can be the watchdogs for the survival of our mental health, warning us when a well-oiled functioning of our life story is about to disrupt. Rituals can be safeguards hindering us from stumbling into the abyss of nothingness. Rituals can be anchor points providing guidance on our potholed path for the future.</em></strong></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm;"> </p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><strong><em>Rituals can be reliable safeguards, but plot twists in the theatre of our life should not freak us out. If we are willing to transform ourselves and confront our inner self with the rites of our inner world,  we can allow a dialogue within ourselves. In our existential challenge, faltering can give us a choice between ignoring, accepting, or integrating the plot twists on our path.</em></strong></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon</strong>: Ski and the white gold</em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Factual starting point</strong>: Person on ski</em></p> <p><span><span> </span></span><span> </span></p> <p> </p>

Digging for white gold
<p><span style="color: #292929; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></span></p> <p><em><strong>Axelle Red (100 x100cm) Oil and metal on canvas , by , by </strong></em><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a></p> <p> </p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>When our mind is in shambles, and we dare to reflect on the story of our life, we may discover, in the stream of our thoughts, the fault line between what we have underfelt and what we have overthought on our way.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Axelle Red feels the crackle of electricity that passes through the minds of nowadays generations. By detaching herself from the slash-and-burn world and interpreting the frailties of life, she knows how to combine feeling, sensitivity, and intellect.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Everybody wants what feels good, and if we wish a symphony of attention from a bunch of caring people and a harmony of happy sounds during our lifetime, we must not act like dark horses, saving up our emotions, but be bountiful to all significant others.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Breaking new ground by an innovative approach and using thought-through lyrics, the singer doesn’t paint old music wagons with fresh paint since she is not born with a tin ear.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>The music is an antidote against the firebrand mood of her time, the weary permanent craving for revenge in many communities and the cut-and-thrust force of unstoppable wrath.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>It is an invitation to otherness as it is not written for tight-lipped people but an open-minded audience.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Through her songs, she becomes a common thread through daily life, a red wire creating energy and as so she couldn’t but be brought to another dimension and translated on canvas.</strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> </p>

Axelle Red mijn rode draad/mon file rouge
<p><span style="color: #292929; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><strong> </strong></span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>"Living on probation" , by </strong></em><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on canvas, 80 x 100 cm</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong><br /></strong></em></p> <p><strong> </strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: " lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Life offers us flair of awareness in the breeze of our daily journey and gives free rein to explore what we are, to experience what we are not, and to find out what we may become. It grants a free ride until everything melts down into the indistinct and indefinite while walking up to the ultimate gate of non-existence.</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: " lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Some fail to bear in mind that everyone is sentenced to death. Death is a treacherous virus that strikes randomly. The only truth is that nobody is going to make it out alive. We are all living on probation, and our expiry date is indefinite.</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: " lang="EN-US"><strong><em>We may like to combat disease or even want to cure death. We may try to surf on the waves of infinity and attempt to kill mortality. Nobody, though, ever recovers from the lethal illness. In the meantime, we’d better unlock temporal moments that deliver touches of eternity. They, for sure, never disappoint. </em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: " lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Certain social groups, however, are predestined "not to be lucky" in life. People living with Aids are condemned to live on probation, and many have the feeling they are only temporarily released from death.</em></strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: " lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Chemical formulae on the canvas point out the medical researches and the urgent need for a vital remedy. A Red Ribbon appeals to the necessity of international "aids solidarity." A prototype of the painting was executed on paper, for Yvon Lambert Gallery, Paris (Art Protects)</em></strong></span></p> <p><strong> </strong></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon: Aids and solidarity</strong></em></p> <p><strong> </strong></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point of the picture: Person in lying position</strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p>

Living on probation
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p> <p><span style="color: #292929; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p> <p><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"><em><strong>"On a doggy day" , by </strong></em><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>,(80 x 100 cm) </strong></em></p> <p> </p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Since we live in an open society with space for tolerance and indulgence, we must continuously monitor the regular changes in habits and customs. The "normality barometer" should be determined and adjusted, time after time.</em></strong></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Instead of playing leapfrog with trivial claptrap or slamming doors with our "always right" egos, let us learn to nurture the seeds of acceptance and step back from our pinned-down prejudices.</em></strong></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>When our thoughts are unsettled and our inner world is in a muddle, we may sharpen our wits and try to recognize the invisible edges of our fractured stance. If we want to understand the story of our life, we may be able to put the missing pieces in place and identify what is driving us. We could learn what we are actually up to and why we are running like mad dogs, sometimes.</em></strong></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>We must recognize that the human fauna is very diversified. A multitude of creatures displays a wide range of tastes and customs. Each person has his personal history and may wrestle with his past or individual distinctiveness.</em></strong></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Some of them have confronted traumas since their youth and are compelled to master interior clashes. Giving way to fantasizing may not be accepted by the majority and could be considered weird and socially thorny.</em></strong></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>In this regard, "recreational bullying" has become a devious tool to satisfy an exhibitionist urge to outdo themselves by dredging up acerbic stories for score-settling and airing dirty laundry, and picking on people with specific fantasies,</em></strong></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><br /> <strong><em>Phenomenon</em></strong><em> : Fetishism</em></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"> </p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">Factual starting point :</span></em></strong><em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"> Human enchained</span></em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"></span></p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p>

On a doggy day
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"> </span></span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>"Labyrinth of the mind", by </strong><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></span></span></a><strong>, (100 x 100 cm) , Oil on canvas.</strong></em></p> <p><em><br /><strong> </strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; color: #202122; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Things as they appear every day and as they are engraved in our memory, facts, and occurrences as they are perceived by senses, create an intricate labyrinth in the mind.</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; color: #202122; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>The way we experience things in our environment and how they react in the arsenal of our imagination creates a torrent of inspiring ideas that flood the speedy highways of our brains.</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; color: #202122; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>The brain absorbs all the phenomena of our daily life and constructs a maze of countless corridors that run through our minds and opens numerous unconscious wishes and subdued desires, which are processed in the labyrinths of our being.</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; color: #202122; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Giving an abstract representation of the phenomena we encounter in life is an illustration of "phenomenological painting." By letting things come with a Heideggerian releasement, with a Chinese attitude of Wu-Wei, with a spirit of "let it be, let it be" of the Beatles, all the elements in the labyrinth of our mind eventually fall into place.</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; color: #202122; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>By assembling in our mind the essential facts we have lived through and by reviewing, appraising, or sometimes idealizing the numerous critical points of the past, authenticity may gradually mutate and actuality decay at last. At that moment, we are to experience a maimed factuality.</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; color: #202122; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>We can develop a comprehensive pattern of our identity that throws a whirl of light on the secreted framework of our life if we make a fly-on-the-wall review of our history and connect the significant scenarios from our memory.</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 8.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; color: #202122; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Supplying correct information and providing adequate tools to restructure the eroded parts in the minds of the people should be a primary condition for a well-oiled society. Fine-tuning the factuality and accuracy of issues is a paramount civic duty of each responsible individual.</em></strong></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"> </p> <p><em><strong> </strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon : mind, memory,phenomenology</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point :human amid linear lines</strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.85pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" align="center"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.85pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" align="center"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.85pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" align="center"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.85pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" align="center"> </p>

Labyrinth of the mind
<p><span style="color: #292929; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></span></span></p> <p><strong><em>"</em></strong><a class="new" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=Quest&amp;action=edit&amp;redlink=1" title="Quest (page does not exist)"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><strong><em>Quest</em></strong></span></span></a><strong><em> for the real moment" , by </em></strong><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><strong><em>Erik Pevernagie</em></strong></span></span></a><strong><em>,oil on canvas, 100 x 80 cm.</em></strong></p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>Let us 'time' be a friendly coach, putting the enchantment of each 'present moment' artfully in a chosen frame of our thoughts.</strong></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>When we zoom freely into the 'now' and surrender readily to a liberating privileged moment, we can be instantly overwhelmed by a flash of enlightenment and surging creative strength, allowing us to expel the cloudy specters blurring our minds.</strong></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>When the mind remains the ally of our heart, and the gut is the brain's brother-at-arms, we can tackle challenging situations, be inspirational appeasers, and stay honest to a fault. If we want to satisfy our quest for the 'real moment,' we must be honest with ourselves and the others and ready to reconcile all intricate contentions.</strong></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>Life is about capturing the magic of the singular moment that gives the inspiring power to forge ahead into a world of insight and understanding. At some point, people question the kind of life they are leading and wonder whether it is the life they want to live. Is it merely a series of 'phony' moments and a succession of fake sequences that they experience? Do they build up an authentic life story that gives them enrichment? Are they aware of living their 'own' life and not merely a life for 'other' people? Do they not just play a role on behalf of some social groups, masquerading for fear of exclusion?</strong></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>In our quest for the 'real moment,' we expect to grab hold of the single instant," a lightning instant," that Henri Cartier-Bresson experiences like a journey between the past and the future, the land we know and the land we do not know. In our pursuit, we hope to encounter that 'genuine' moment, that frail child of the fleeting time that leaves a scar in the memory.</strong></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>In daily life, some mental or optic signals unconsciously trigger remembrance of past occurrences. "Now" and "then" meet spontaneously without interfering with the will. Past and present are automatically associated. When Marcel Proust confronts "involuntary memory," it brings him to the "essence of the past."</strong></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>If we are attentive, we can catch eternity in the glow of each moment of our life. For T.S. Eliot, it is "not the intense moment, isolated, with no before and after, but a lifetime burning in every moment."</strong></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>Each instant can reach us the essence of the world, and each flower we encounter can transform each moment into a personal realm. No one could formulate feelings better than Georgia O' Keeffe, "who "takes a flower in her hand and looks at it. It's her world for the moment."</strong></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB"><br /> <strong><em>Phenomenon</em></strong><em>: Moment, time, memory</em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB">''<strong><em>Factual starting point</em></strong><em>: Girl exposing to life</em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><strong><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; font-size: small;"> </span></strong></p>

Quest for the real moment
<p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong>"Fish for silence."</strong> , by <strong><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie" style="color: #663366; background: none;">Erik Pevernagie</a></strong>, oil on canvas, 80 x 100 cm</p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><br /><em><strong>When the ashes of the wildfire of love have been scattered in the hazy den of oblivion and emotions have gone out of commission, life gets unremittingly tangled up if no inner voices emerge to enlighten the looming shadows of hesitant expectations if no shimmer sparks the magic appeal of ‘Being in the world.’</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Expectations are at war if good feeling and discomfort clash. When we are expecting zest and joy, our good karma may be ousted by distress and frustration, if negative, downbeat waves are emitted. Just with a feel of realism, without prejudice, should we step into the future. What will be, will be. Only the fortune of war will tell, since life may be war or peace.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Some have given up the expectation of meeting genuine, ‘heartfelt’ people and prefer to retire to a mute world, where fish, at least, give a feeling of recognition. In the wake of the unbearable sterile daily noise, their life has turned into a fluid universe of silence, dream, and stillness and their compass has come to be space beyond fear, deception, and betrayal. Fish never disappoints.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>If we don’t live in the same vibe, it is hard to be aware of each other. When our reading differs from our neighbors’ reality, our surroundings may take a range of discordant shades, and daily episodes become unrecognizable. But if we endeavor to find out, the “who is who,” the “what is what” and the “where is Waldo,” we might demonstrate our social literacy and connectedness.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><br /><strong>Phenomenon</strong>: Expectations, karma, fortune, silence, awareness</p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong>Factual starting point</strong>: Character with fish</p> <p><span class="detail-box-desc"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> </p> <p><span style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> </p> <p><span style="font-size: small;"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> </p> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: #000000; font-size: small;"><em> </em></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; line-height: 15.6pt;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><strong><em>This icon is close to the current events in the world. Many women are so well organized in some African countries that they control the total fish market at Victoria lake.</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="color: #000000; font-size: small;"><strong><em> </em></strong></span></p> </span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> </p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> </p>

Fish for silence
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