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<p><a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Camera" title="Camera"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Camera</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> obscura of the mind , 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 style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm;"> <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"><em><strong>The reverse engineering of our brain allows us to disassemble all the little pieces in the "camera obscura" of the mind and identify changes and choices made after absorbing our lives' phenomena.</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-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>All incidents we experience are warily interpreted and translated into the dark chamber of our minds. They inspire us to decide how to behave, think, and act. They prompt our preferences and our way of visualizing the world. Then, the mind opens itself to welcome the enchantments of life or tear up destructive thinking patterns. The brain becomes a precious resilient partner indeed.</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-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>By retracing the emotional fragments lost in the turns and splits of the past, we may learn to reconstruct a shattered self, find a sensible present, and prepare to inhabit a share of the future.</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-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>If we are out of step with the priorities of real life and feel lost in the anarchy of our feelings, we must assert our humbleness and assume we need the shine of a guiding lighthouse in our emotional odyssey. In case we do not want to blame ourselves for not being lucky, we must endeavor to be imaginative and empower our dreams to take shape.</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-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>When we are grappling with misery, and our heart is in a knot, we must snap back to a new reality. Let us make choices, refine and consolidate our self-image, and reshape the mold of our identity.</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-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>If we don't want life to treat us like poor clodhoppers, we must turn 'surviving' into 'living' and readjust our course, and propel a precise track pointedly without being deterred by 'fear' or apprehension</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-US;" lang="EN-US"><br /> <strong><em>Phenomenon</em></strong><em>: The mind, life, choice, brain</em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">Factual starting point of the picture</span></em></strong><em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">: two personae on the beach</span></em><span class="language"><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"></span></strong></span></p> </p>

Camera obscura of the mind
<p><em><strong>"Waiting for Mr Outplacer" , 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, 130 x 100 cm</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong><br /></strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal;"> <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"><em><strong>If we cannot flap with the butterflies of "happiness," we must bring to life the cascades of "joy," conjuring up the spell of its enchantment and rolling cheerfully on the splashing waves of the future.</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-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>If we cannot start up to the sky of our dreams with the bluebirds of ecstasy or soar along on the rhythm of the humming bumblebees of our imagination, we must dare to think and apprehend what is hindering us, trying to capture the wonders of the moment.</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-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>As we misspell the message of our life story and cannot take control of the lane that we have set out, we'll keep on wobbling on the tightrope of our future.</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-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Many cannot find their place in the world as they have missed the right track. When redundant employees become victims of the company's downsizing, they need the lighting shine of assistance.</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-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>The "redundancy trauma" is a significant hindrance in our life and is, next to divorce and death, an extremely nerve-racking experience.</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-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>An out-placer can seek to give the glow of a lighthouse, the assistance for new employment, a proper re-orientation in the job market, and a piece of fun and enjoyment.</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-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>We expect the out-placer to bring to life the bluebirds of joy and the humming bumblebees of pleasure.</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-US;" lang="EN-US"><br /> <strong><em>Phenomenon</em></strong><em>: Outplacement</em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">Factual starting point of the painting</span></em></strong><em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">: Men sitting in a row waiting for outplacement.</span></em><span class="language"><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"></span></strong></span></p> </p>

Waiting for Mr Outplacer
<p><em><strong>"Mutilated memory" , 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, 130 x100 cm</strong></em></p> <p> </p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>Our memory consists of bits and pieces which have made their imprint on our lives and our dreams. They have enlightened or darkened the sky and the horizon of our past. It is a mixture of fragments that we don't want to forget or of splinters that we can't obliterate. Our memory is a mutilated phenomenon.</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>The mind collects the facts, and by recalling, interpreting, or idealizing the different elements from the past, a decline of the actuality takes place. We are dealing then with a mangled factuality, a mutilated memory.</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>Through dreams and ideas, we are seduced to go back to particular places and times of our past. Those singular moments and spaces of our history receive then very often another color and dimension. Our mind tries, however, to tame and keep in control the phantoms of the past. If not, our memory can become irreversibly maimed.</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>We can only speak true, talk straight and be outspoken, if we prove to be able to decrypt the veiled elements of the puzzle inside and outside our environment; describe the intricacies of the social constructions and the emotional sensitivities; analyze the feasible contingencies and practical options; arbitrate and come to sensible conclusions; and invent pragmatic proposals and equitable solutions.</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>Our memory is a biased and partial witness in the course of our life;" our life is only the crepuscular, and no doubt falsified, and mutilated memory or reflection of an irrecoverable process." (Jorge Luis Borges) .</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>Some facts that have been smothered by an authoritarian consciousness can revisit through tell-tale symptoms, which disclose the real background of the factual occurrences.</em></strong></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Mutilated memory</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point of the painting: Woman looking at picture, in the back picture of man half visible</strong></em></p>

Mutilated memory
<p><em><strong>"Pigs should not make friends with butchers" , 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 wood, 100 x 130 cm</strong></em></p> <p> </p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Pigs should not make friends with butchers. People must choose their friends wisely.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>As some alleged friends may have agendas that only serve their proper list well, they may trick people into making choices that are not in the best interest. By spreading a minefield of manipulations around their elected victims, they enforce their power.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>People must pick their friends prudently.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Real friends are rare pearls that glitter when they are needed. They are chosen allies one can depend on, at all times, and are straightforward without wearing any mask.</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Fake friendship and real friendship</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Three pigs and butcher's knife (left)</strong></em></p> <p><em><br /><strong> </strong></em></p> <ul> <li><em><strong>"Schweine sollten keine Freundschaft mit Metzgern schließen. Freunde sollte man mit Bedacht wählen."</strong></em></li> </ul> <ul> <li><em><strong>"Varkens sluiten best geen vriendschap met slagers. Kies goed je vrienden."</strong></em></li> </ul>

Pigs should not make friends with butchers
<p><em><strong>"New life with Schengen" , 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 130 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-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><br /><em><strong> Why must we be freaking out about the kindness and sympathy we would like to share? What could deter us so much from opening our hearts and spilling the beans? Why should we harbor suspicions about the gentleness of people who are bubbling over with enthusiasm and goodwill? Could kindness generate such a thorny challenge in people's lives and make them feel so uncomfortable as if they were wobbling on thin ice, fearing losing balance and thus losing face?</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 we cross borders, legally or illegally, the behavioral standards of many humans can change drastically. Very often, fear installs itself in the hearts of the people.</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>Newcomers may be afraid of being unable to adapt themselves or being accepted in their new surroundings. They may feel confronted with a world where poverty is a crime and where people who are yearning for some crumbs of affection can only dance on the brim of the volcano and wait for an eruption of compassion.</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 migrants leave their country to become citizens of another country, they want to live in a safe place, long for economic prosperity, family re-unification. In the first place, they wish to escape from war, prejudice, ethnic conflicts, or natural disaster.</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>But whatever may be their disposition, many keep on living with the demon of fear. Albeit social security systems can be supportive, existential anxiety subsists, crushing their identity. Only by converting 'fear' into a challenge can they grit their teeth, strengthen resilience, and brighten up the dimness in their minds.</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>The captivating changes in the social space sealed by class transmigration may astound us. How clever class fugitives escape from their birth stigma or topic heritage and how they blend slickly into a new chosen communal grouping may look impressive to most observers. Class migration always remains a challenge, but once the outgoers are at the end of the road, they can tell their life stories of adventure, bravery, or hardship with self-esteem. How happy they are, and how good they feel when they can say with satisfaction that they have seen it all before closing brackets.</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>Since all internal borders have been abolished, immigrants in the European Schengen area have free movement of persons, and due to new immigration laws, they can enjoy legal support.</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>By many, illegal immigration is considered a danger for the country, and an open door for drugs, criminals, potential terrorists and is a burden for the healthcare and judicial system. About Mexican immigrants, Donald Trump has a harsh opinion: "They're sending people that have lots of problems, and they're bringing those problems with us....drugs... crime....rapists. Some, I assume, are good people." Hillary Clinton says: "I am, you know, adamantly against illegal immigration." and Ban Ki-moon states that "Strengthening customs and immigration systems is essential." Others prefer immigration to be encouraged because it generates prosperity. Madeleine Albright hopes for "comprehensive immigration legislation that allows the country to continue to be enriched by those who were not born here."</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 /> Phenomenon: Immigration, Schengen</strong></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-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB">Factual starting point of the picture:</span></em></strong><em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><strong> Woman entering Schengen area</strong></span></em></p>

Schengen
<p><em><strong>"Not without my shadow" , 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, (100 x 80 cm)</strong></em></p> <p> </p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><em><strong>The shadow sometimes hesitates on the fault line between dream and reality, on the intersection of past and present.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><em><strong>We can feel its incidence physically or mentally. Still, if we stand incessantly in the limelight, we can quickly fail to be aware of its presence.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><em><strong>When we retreat from the madding crowd, our shadow brings us back to reality.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><em><strong>If the glare of the public eye has become unbearable, our inner child may claim its rights, and our real shadow might turn into our mental second self, become our anchor, make us stay grounded, and grant us deepness and intensity. By retreating from the blaze of the display into our substantial self, we gain rootedness, insight, and new worldly wisdom.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><em><strong>If our splintered attention has led us to oblivion and blindness, and if the shell has replaced the substance, it may be enlightening to deep-dive into the roots of our negative qualities to discover a surprising guideline for the creation of new horizons.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><em><strong>A new horizon may mean hope, understanding, and insight.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><em><strong>If we can convey ‘meaning’ to things and actions, we may dominate part of the complex world of ignorance. When we try to give sense to our life, we can come to ‘awareness’ and fill many of the numerous black holes of witlessness in our thinking. We may, then, defy and dam the existential void, down the stretch.</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Identity</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Man and his shadow</strong></em></p>

Not without my shadow
<p><em><strong>"Promised me a breeze of freedom" , 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,100 x80 cm</strong></em></p> <p> </p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>A promise is a gift, and a gift is a symbol of a social relationship. The donor is aware that it creates a link and the recipient identifies it as a mutual bond.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>A gift, however, is tangible and a promise is not.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Eventually, a promise can be expounded as misunderstood or misheard or it is simply over and done. If misheard, the social bond is to be put into question. If forgotten, it can be reminded, but this is embarrassing. If elapsed, it is one of those broken promises that infest countless relationships.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>"Remember, the promise you made!". “A promise is a promise!”. “Don’t turn me away.” These are familiar keywords that abound in the world of inter-relational commitments and label belonging to our collective memory.</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 fresh “breeze of freedom” that so many people promise lightheartedly, so often, remains void in the hot desert of yearning expectations. Pretending that everything is just a deplorable misunderstanding, may soothe their conscience and let them walk out easily on their pledge. .</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Gifts and promises</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Door and birds</strong></em></p>

He promised me a breeze of freedom
<p><em><strong>"Never looking back again", 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, 88 × 66 cm </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 take the time to unravel the surreptitious fragments from the past that are veiled in the muddle and jumble of our memory, we may single out the essentials for the present that might be best shots for the future.</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 dialectic case of the 'things we do,' the 'things we have done,' and the 'things we are going to do' has been haunting present and earlier generations. For ages, one confronted the people with the soul-searching question of how should we interpret the past and how do we move forward.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Linguistic sayings that we inherited from century to century have given us a lot of good advice. Many people have even enjoyed moral guidance and have learned to rely on themselves: "Do what is right and let come what come may," "Do well and fear not," "Do well and dread no shame."</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>All those wordings start from the principle that we are the sole judge to evaluate what is right and what is wrong, as long as we act according to the local laws and the regulations of the time.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>So we need not be afraid of reprisals; we need not be ashamed when we "do things well." So, "do your best and do the rest," "do well and have well," "do the likeliest and do the best."</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 somehow a few things in the past have not been done correctly, we should not be ashamed of our failures. We have to learn from our mistakes. If not, we are doomed to repeat them again and again.</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 anyhow, we want to move forward, we must look at a new horizon that lies ahead. By writing our proper intrinsic script and producing our own story, we needn't ever look back.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon: Looking back, Past, Future</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point of the picture: Woman looking back for last the last time</strong></em></p>

Never looking back again
<p><em><strong>"Unfulfilled meeting", 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 x100 cm), oil on canvas. </strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Indicting red squiggly lines in our thoughts may besiege our mind at some point. Before they take possession of the framework and the outlines of our lives, we must endeavor, from the outset, to track down the upsetting causes in the blurred trenches of our inner selves.</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 hesitate between 'veiling' and 'revealing' our emotions or vacillate between 'shrouding' and 'disclosing' our thoughts, we must learn to understand the nuts and bolts of our individual construct and underpin the elasticity of our mental frame.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>When we are locked up between a mood of 'transparency' and a feel of 'discretion,' we must clear up our mental muddle until we find the "golden ratio," and recognize the peak of 'candor.' By hitting the point of recognition and enlightenment, we can make the correct choice and follow the right track</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>When it comes to the crunch, we have got to dot the I's. Many often chicken out when they have to make crucial decisions as they don't like dotting I's, and, so, never come to conclusive agreements either. Their chart remains an unfulfilled concept, and their road map an empty aspiration.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon: communication</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Dot, situation of not being right on target</strong></em></p>

Unfulfilled meeting
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