""Amour en friche"" - ""Fallow lying girl "" , by Erik Pevernagie, 100 x 80 cm, oil on canvas x

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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

Phenomenon: Love in need of attention and consideration''.

Factual starting point: Girl lying