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"Corporeal prison". , by Erik Pevernagie, oil on canvas, (88 x 60 cm) x x

When we feel that our default thinking is creeping up on us and starts stifling our minds, we must break the shell of our habits. If rehashed thoughts and bland humdrum are smothering the upshot of subdued cravings, we must create space for the budding of a new dawn. By unsealing all the windows of our mental dungeon, we loosen up our rusty thinking and cut ties with the useless prerogatives of the past.

People may have become prisoners of their daily habits at some point in their lives. Feeling bound to remain hostages of choices they made in the past, they start realizing they never actually wanted to make them. As they wish to abandon their corporal prison, they want to say farewell to a jailed existence.

Schizophrenic pandemic aggressions may keep us in confinement of our physical arrest. Still, if we have no other tools in our shed, we must grind our teeth and take a deep breath, sharpening our awareness and using the time to recognize what is essential in life.

As many people are in turmoil, they put many substantial questions. Incessantly asking themselves what it means "to be essential," they wonder whether "usefulness" has a crucial function in life. Indeed, many people can only survive through necessary and valuable effects. However, can we dispel "unusefulness" as worthless? For some, art and games may be "useless," yet, they are fundamental means of survival.

Many think they play the last act of their life as their world is in turmoil. To insistent questions, the answer is killing silence. The banks of their patience are bursting, and upheaval disturbs their interior world. Yet, this disruption allows them to restore their emotional power. The air they breathe is purified, and the oppressive environment is cleansed.

If we feel incarcerated in the trenches of viral wars, let us not give way to a defensive 'fear' reflex or offensive 'rage' reflex. But let us follow our orienting 'adventure' reflex and explore the numerous paths to a new reality.

If we end up in frustrating situations, trapped by paradoxical rules, we may feel lost in unsolvable logic puzzles. The time may come to break free from any 'physical' prison and head for new horizons.

If we give up stifling surroundings and quit an eroded lifestyle, the wounds contracted in the jailhouse of our body can heal. Hope and determination alleviate the scars and relieve pain and ill feelings.

When we still hear the enlightening sounds in the deep grooves of our memory, we can be sure we have not lived beyond the focus of attention, crippled by the deafened ripples of mental silence.

Phenomenon: “decision” and “choice” - Chromatic presentation of a farewell to a jailed existence.

Factual starting point: person with prison bars on back