"I Wonder what went wrong." by Erik Pevernagie, oil on canvas, 100 x 80 cm

When we lose the pieces of the wayward mechanism of our life and can't walk our walk anymore, we can't but turn back the clock and detect the hitch to find out where things went wrong.

When we feel lost in time, with only shadows of the past living in our minds, when the moment "was" no longer "is" and only silence remains, loads of questions arise. We can cry a river, or we may wonder: "What went wrong?"

If we go down the rabbit hole of our unconsciousness and try to unravel the knotty points of our life story, we may encounter a bunch of hidden niceties or emotional stowaways.

Forgotten details in the windmill of our mind may daintily reveal where things might have gone wrong. Relationships may become wrecked by a quirky syndrome: the "ain't broke, don't fix"-syndrome. When there is only skin experience, no interaction in the neural network, and no breakthrough into the mind, living together might be very torturous. Nothing will be broken if we cannot mold a profound bond, and obviously, nothing needs to be fixed.

Living together becomes a living apart when the pineal gland has not been able to create a radiance of spiritual togetherness and emotional attachment.

Love can become art when it fulfills each other's expectations by living graciously "in alliance' with each other without making do with skimpily 'living together' or aiming at overpowering or taking possession of the other.

Phenomenon: Analysis of the script of life

Factual starting point of the picture: Sitting girl