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<p><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> </span></em></strong></span></p> <p align="center" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;" class="ecxmsonormal"><span><strong><em>You need not change. Just your socks and underwear . </em></strong>by <a title="en:Erik Pevernagie" class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;">Erik Pevernagie</span></span></a>, oil on canvas<strong><em>(80 x 100 cm) </em></strong></span></p> <p><strong><em> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt;" class="ecxmsonormal"><em><strong><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Life goes fast. No time to waste. A shower, fresh socks and underwear. And the next act can go on. High speed, action, a laugh and tomorrow is another day.</span></strong></em><span style="font-family: Tahoma; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 10pt;"> </span></p> <span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"> <p> </p> </span></em></strong></span> <p> </p> </em></strong></p> <p> </p> <p> </p>

You need not change. Just your socks and underwear
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"> </span></span></span></p> <p><strong><em>"The grass was greener over there" , 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;&#10;margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal"><span style="font-family:&quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif;&#10;mso-fareast-font-family:Arial;color:#222222;background:#F8F9FA;mso-ansi-language:&#10;EN-US" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>The grass always seems greener on the other side of the fence.</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:6.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:6.0pt;&#10;margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal"><span style="font-family:&quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif;&#10;mso-fareast-font-family:Arial;color:#222222;background:#F8F9FA;mso-ansi-language:&#10;EN-US" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>When a mood of "not belonging" is haunting our mind and tolling the bell for relief or happiness, life may be like a scar on the canvas of our dreams. Now is the time to wake up and slip back to the basics, in the vein of crawling back to mum's lap.</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:6.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:6.0pt;&#10;margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal"><span style="font-family:&quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif;&#10;mso-fareast-font-family:Arial;color:#222222;background:#F8F9FA;mso-ansi-language:&#10;EN-US" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>If the doom of failure stifles the path of our life, it can pin us down like downtrodden aliens, while, meanwhile, the world around us is erupting in joy and contentment. Let's go back then to the nuts and bolts and consult the core of our inner self.</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:6.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:6.0pt;&#10;margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal"><span style="font-family:&quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif;&#10;mso-fareast-font-family:Arial;color:#222222;background:#F8F9FA;mso-ansi-language:&#10;EN-US" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>The many little unsuspected things on our road can strike us in their innocence and cure eye blindness and deafness. They may connect us with the people, and with our selves. The sparkle of every single moment can conjure up promising expectations and new budding of imagination.</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:6.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:6.0pt;&#10;margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal"><span style="font-family:&quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif;&#10;mso-fareast-font-family:Arial;color:#222222;background:#F8F9FA;mso-ansi-language:&#10;EN-US" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Happiness is an undercurrent of sensitivity and takes a surreptitious life on its own: it is an internal contingency. We can feel it in stillness, and it stands the test of time.</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:6.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:6.0pt;&#10;margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal"><span style="font-family:&quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif;&#10;mso-fareast-font-family:Arial;color:#222222;background:#F8F9FA;mso-ansi-language:&#10;EN-US" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Joy is an eruption of "cheerful" moments, and we want to express it: it is an external contingency. We might shout it out, as it conveys a dynamic of fleeting instants. Joy gives voice to "en-joy-ment."</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:6.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:6.0pt;&#10;margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal"><span style="font-family:&quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif;&#10;mso-fareast-font-family:Arial;color:#222222;background:#F8F9FA;mso-ansi-language:&#10;EN-US" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>"The grass always seems greener on the other side of the fence.</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:6.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:6.0pt;&#10;margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal"><span style="font-family:&quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif;&#10;mso-fareast-font-family:Arial;color:#222222;background:#F8F9FA;mso-ansi-language:&#10;EN-US" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Many politicians promise green, green grass by blending niceties with delusion and by using alluring confidence tricks. They voice attractive tales and tell things that people like to hear.</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;&#10;margin-left:0cm;line-height:normal"><span style="font-family:&quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif;&#10;mso-fareast-font-family:Arial;color:#222222;background:#F8F9FA;mso-ansi-language:&#10;EN-US" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>The post-factual grassland, however, often appears to be parched and barren.</em></strong></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>.</strong></em></p> <p><strong><em>Phenomenon: Illusion</em></strong></p> <p><strong><em>Factual starting point of the picture: Person squatting and checking the grass</em></strong></p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;" align="center"> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;" align="center"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;" align="center"><br style="font-size: 12.16px;" /></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>The grass always seems greener on the other side of the fence.</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 people have a feeling of not belonging, being deprived of happiness, they experience life as a failure and the world as a desolate place.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Happiness is an undercurrent of sensitivity and leads a surreptitious life: it is an internal contingency. We can feel it in stillness, and it stands the test of 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>Joy is an eruption of "cheerful" moments, and we want to express it: it is an external contingency. We might shout it out, as it conveys a dynamic of fleeting instants. Joy gives voice to "en-joy-ment."</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 grass always seems greener on the other side of the fence. Many politicians promise green, green grass by blending niceties with delusion and by using alluring confidence tricks. They voice attractive tales and tell things that people like to hear.</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 post-factual grassland, however, often appears to be parched and barren</strong></em></p>

The grass was greener
<p class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;" align="center"><em><strong>Beware of the neighbor" 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 100cm xx</strong></em></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">A world without dialogue is a universe of darkness. If people don't get together and share views and exchange ideas, they remain unaware, ignorant, and unconscious. As they live in a space they don't understand, everything becomes meaningless, incoherent, and forcefully scary.</span></em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 6pt 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">If fear rules our lives, we lose the core of our being since 'fear' disrupts our existence's schedule and blocks the waves of sound vibrations.</span></em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 6pt 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">Emotional predictive profiling may help identify contingent fissures in the stature of endangered relationships. In advance of scouting the causes of furtive subliminal convulsions, let the genie out of problematic bottles.</span></em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 6pt 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">If we can step back at times and have the guts to carve doubt in the concrete stone of our certainties, we can hear the beat of a thinking heart. While listening to the stirring of our deep selves and striving to squeeze through the thicket of our intentions, we may find an atoning venue of understanding and sympathy.</span></em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 6pt 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">Neighborship may entail limits, barriers, and fences. Those obstacles can mean protection or conjure up feelings of exclusion and create inhibitions and frustrations. When there is ambiguity, there is anxiety, and when there is fear, people become suspicious.</span></em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 6pt 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">A ball is a symbol of a playful act. But it might become a sign of hostility if experienced as an annoying  intrusion or illegal transgression of people's privacy. It may lead then to unfriendly or aggressive conduct.</span></em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 6pt 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">All in all, if people don't want to play ball, insisting on complete privacy, they must notify it clearly and peacefully through dialogue.</span></em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 6pt 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">"A world without dialogue is a universe of darkness."</span></em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 6pt 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"><br /> Phenomenon: Neighborship</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;"> </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-US;" lang="EN-US">Factual starting point: Leg, foot, ball, poster</span></em></strong></p> <p><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;" align="center"> </p> <p><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;" align="center"> </p> <p><span style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"> </span></p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;" align="center"> </p> <p><em> </em></p> <p> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;" align="center"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;" align="center"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;" align="center"> </p>

The balloon is at the neighbour’s
<p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong>"The upper lip must never tremble"</strong> , by <a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie" style="color: #663366; background: none;"><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></a>, 100 x 80 cm, oil on canvas</p> <p style="background: #F8F9FA;"><em><span style="color: #0e101a; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong>We have shut up long enough, and now is the time to speak out loud. Yesterday was the silence of the underdog, but today we recognize how unbearably colorless and tasteless our treadmill is. When we 'recognize' things, we can come to comprehend them. Through that knowledge, we get insight into the reality of our needs, allowing our awareness to give birth to a clear vision to catalyze ultimate wisdom.</strong></span></em></p> <p style="background: #F8F9FA;"><em><span style="color: #0e101a; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong> Many people are coming up short of authentic emotions in a world spoiled by the obituary of attention and the dormancy of empathy.</strong></span></em></p> <p style="background: #F8F9FA;"><em><span style="color: #0e101a; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong>So often, we notice that the upper lip must never tremble because it expresses self-restraint and courage and demonstrates self-discipline and a sense of duty, whereas a trembling upper lip is a sign of weakness and fear.</strong></span></em></p> <p style="background: #F8F9FA;"><em><span style="color: #0e101a; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong>For others, giving voice to one's feelings is not a sign of weakness or fear but a natural way to release hampering obstacles to meet the others. Putting the cards on the table, in any circumstance, helps to avoid an unnecessary, embarrassing burden on the relationships between people. It allows creating an unstressed situation and a sound walk of life. Better thinking out loud than suffocating from frustration.</strong></span></em></p> <p style="background: #F8F9FA;"><em><span style="color: #0e101a; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong>Some want to preserve their mental balance by confining their feelings, refusing to exchange emotions. They do not want to talk about problems that might cause troubles and worries, jeopardizing further individual and social interactions. They avoid those who like to amplify their self-importance, pouring loads of painful details onto their audients, succumbing under the weight of emotional garbage.</strong></span></em></p> <p style="background: #F8F9FA;"> </p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><em><span style="color: #0e101a; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong>"Non-upper-lip-tremblers" are not attracted by sentimental tremolos, and for them, the 'stiff upper lip' is not a contradiction with real feelings.</strong></span></em><em><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"></span></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Phenomenon:</strong></em><em style="font-size: 13.3px;">Empathy, self-restraint</em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Factual starting pointː</strong> lips</em></p>

The upper lip must never tremble
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"> </span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>Don't leave! Stay with us ! , 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 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>Media seem to get off easy to stuff the "sheeple" with canned and standardized messages that they can digest at ease in their comfort zone, without leaving any bitter aftertaste</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>Since a permanent fear of losing customers is haunting them, they suffer from the terror of media metrics. Competition forces them to beg and implore viewers and listeners to stay with them. Therefore they use a variety of wordings: keep listening, keep watching, stay put, don't change the channel, stay with us, stay right where you are, don't move, stick with us, be connected, stick around, hang around, sit tight, stay tuned. "Don't go away!" was CNN host Larry King's usual saying.</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>To ensure they keep their audience tuned up and shrink channel surfing, they don't hesitate to yield to infantilizing their medium, giving infotainment, and shortening commercial breaks.</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-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>As the channel media war does not diminish, they have to seduce clients to avoid a decrease of fast-forwarding past the advertisements. Sam Smith gives a personal note: 'Stay with Me.'</em></strong></span></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Fidelity to television program</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point of the picture: Person in leaving position</strong></em></p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;" align="center"> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;" align="center"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;" align="center"> </p>

Don’t leave! Stay with us!
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"> </span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>"I hope she won't mind my leaving" 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: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Imagine a celebration or a reception. In the heat of the party, someone wants to sneak away. But nobody wants to be a killjoy.</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 may act as 'crepehangers' merely by their presence or by their disturbing behavior.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Others can't help being annoying sourpusses through their lack of enthusiasm.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Fearing they could spoil the general mood and be a nuisance, some might prefer to leave the location without anybody noticing it. By doing so, it may create tension. "Shall I go or shall I stay." This tension between presence and absence, between staying and leaving may unsettle some participants. When leaving, they may arouse an impression of letting down friends. When staying, they may give the feeling of being bored.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Still, others participate for personal profit. Helping out people in difficulty can be a noble cause. Some will always bear in mind your generosity and remember you forever; especially when they wise up, they are in trouble 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>Social gatherings, not infrequently, grow into the scenery of funny episodes on a Brueghelian canvas or become a psychosomatic arena with displays of emotional outbursts. They can indeed arouse confrontations of absence and attendance, of presence, past, and 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>Presence or absence, staying or not staying, waiting or leaving: it is essential is to ask the question: to be or not to be.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon: Presence or absence, leaving or staying</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point of the picture: Person leaving the place</strong></em></p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;"> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;"> </p>

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<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: #333333;"> </span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>"Things needing to be changed" , 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><br /><em><strong>« Mutatis mutandis »: Decluttering our habits.</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 feel affected by the dreariness of the mad scramble, we have to stand back, take a break and override the droning humdrum of the treadmill, and let the exaltation of the day decide; and follow inspiring pathways to the real heartbeat of our life.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>By « mutatis mutandis, » we are prepared to declutter our habits. For sure, it may come like a bolt from the blue, when we decide not to accept to be pigeonholed anymore and to change what has to be changed, even if we have to knock down houses of cards.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>In a world of permanent mutation, time may force us to dispose of old habits and obsolete conventions. With this, braving red flags cannot be avoided, and the notion of choice will be irrefutable. When we alter what we have to restructure, "out of the box thinking" can generate alternative ideas.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Many relationships are sinking into stagnation and are merely treading water through a lack of initiative.</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's hard to safeguard a genuine life course, when love tips over from endearing care into tedium, through laziness of imagination or loss of interest, and the storyline becomes barren and desolate, insipidly dull and turning into a threadbare act with the same trite modus operandi. "The same procedure as every year, James!"</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Choice and change</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Person kicking out</strong></em></p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt;"> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt;"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt;"> </p>

Mutatis mutandis
<p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong>"Non mais, t'as vu l'heure !"</strong> , by <strong><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="w:Erik Pevernagie" style="color: #663366; background: none;">Erik Pevernagie</a></strong>, 100 x 80 cm, oil on canvas</p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><br /><strong><em>As we are whiling away days of idleness, time may flow rashly through the screen of our thoughts and veil the relevance of individual fragments of our story. The clock of reality can arrest us, though, and compel us to confront the demands of the truth.</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>“Willful blindness” may prevent us from discerning the critical fault lines in the narrative of our life. Our memory may obliterate then the crucial elements that are vital to really come to know ourselves.</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>If we cannot relate anymore to the world we live in, we are destined to remain like orphans, forlorn in the wasteland of our desires.</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>When we are overrun by time, we have to set the record straight.</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><br /><strong>Phenomenon</strong>: Time</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 of the picture</strong>: Back of character with watch</em></p>

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<p><em><strong>"Poste-restante : “Onbekend”" 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><br /><strong> </strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #0e101a; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong> Let us soar on the wings of liberty and trace the perfect angle to tackle the vagaries of life. What can happiness be other than covering freedom, creating harmony, and finding peace with oneself?</strong></em></span><em style="color: #0e101a; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><strong> </strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #0e101a; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Finding the happy medium between what our brain tells us, what our mind inspires us, and what our heart instills is a significant challenge in life.</strong></em></span><em style="color: #0e101a; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><strong> </strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #0e101a; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Along the way, in their attempt to make their dream come true, many ultimately prefer to stay on the sideline. In the meantime, their packages of good intentions start leaking, or their letters of hope remain silenced by unawareness.</strong></em></span><em style="color: #0e101a; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><strong> </strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #0e101a; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>‘Poste restante’ may result from neglect or indifference after love or hate has done its work. It is anyhow the unfortunate accumulation of leftovers.</strong></em></span><em style="color: #0e101a; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><strong> </strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #0e101a; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Love may be an inexhaustible well of inspiration for writing loads of letters. The wind of unresponsiveness may, however, blow frostiness into the fold of expectations.</strong></em></span><em style="color: #0e101a; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><strong> </strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #0e101a; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>When chilliness turns into unconcern or grows into hatred, letters fade away in a grey zone of discomfort and disappear in the dungeons of forgetfulness or the margin of disinterest.</strong></em></span><em style="color: #0e101a; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><strong> </strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #0e101a; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Many letters left at the “Post office General Delivery” can be practical examples of a breach of communication or trust since each letter embodies the expectation or hope of individuals looking forward to responses and solutions.</strong></em></span><em style="color: #0e101a; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 12pt;"><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;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #0e101a; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Be it as it may.  Let us take care of ourselves instead of burning out in the long run. The path of our inner world is not an irreversible freeway to immutable integrity. Let us thus leave room for some probing during the fast and furious assault of the wishful targets throughout our lives. We need not feel demeaned either when we waver in facing the hassling crossroads coming up or must admit needing incidental backing or feel compelled to accept to question ourselves to the bottom.</strong></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #0e101a; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong><br /></strong></em></span></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon: Origin and identity of letters</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point of the picture: Letter in close-up</strong></em></p>

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