"Halt in flight"  - "Halte dans la fuite" -, by Erik Pevernagie, oil on canvas, 55 x 73 cm

In the frantic speediness of our chronological time experience, we sometimes need a halt in flight to question where we stand and where we go from here. These instants procure a reassuring feeling of taking part in a timeless structure and finding an opportunity to encounter oneself.

If the inner world splinters into pieces and we feel abandoned in the remains of a worn-out story, let us look up, discern new paths, and listen to the stirring, tingling sounds in the dense thicket of untrodden settings that we go across during our journey.

Let us not keep on walking on the broken glass of despair with bleeding words of grief but transcend the viscous discomforts of life and clear out the mountains of clutter in our mind.

When life turns out to become a muddy pool, we have got to recognize we must fire away and get down to leave for limpid waters and take possession of our dream to follow the flight of the swallows that still hover high in the blue sky of our memory.

Phenomenon: Intermission in the flight of time

Factual starting point of the picture: two women