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<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: #2a2a2a; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"> </span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>"Waiting for Eureka" , 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 cardboard, 88 x 66 cm</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong>“Waiting for Eureka” is not waiting for some kind of gadget to be invented. It is waiting for the moment the scattered pieces of one’s life can be assembled, eventually. It is looking forward to finding the parts of a complex set, which are indispensable, in view of enlivening and furnishing the expectations for the future.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Eureka is the embodiment of the magic moment that tells us, that we have found what we have been waiting for. Eureka can also be an answer to a question we have never asked. It can be simply a radiant sunbeam that illuminates, out of the blue, a dim and desolate life. It opens a new horizon and discloses a surprising universe.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>For a gazillion of people Eureka can represent a fortunate or lucky encounter with friends, who let us be what we are in our imagination: original and undifferentiated.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>On the path to Eureka we may anticipate some tough thinking, distress and slips. Serendipity can play a crucial role.</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Eureka: the moment of enlightenment</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point of the picture: Lady in waiting position</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>

Waiting for Eureka
<p><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></span></span></span> </span></span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>"Halt in flight"  - </strong></em><em><strong>"Halte dans la fuite" -</strong></em><em><strong>, 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, 55 x 73 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;"> </p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong> 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.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>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.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>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.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>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.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"> </span></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">Phenomenon</span></em></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">: Intermission in the flight of time</span></em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"></span></p> <p> </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 of the picture</span></em></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">: two women</span></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> </p>

Halte dans la fuite
<div dir="ltr"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> <p><em><strong>"Crystallization under an umbrella" , 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>( 77 x 55 cm )  xx</strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">When the murmuring of love swells the river of our inner and overflows the boundaries of our emotions, the banks of oblivion start bursting, and its healing power overwhelms the numbness of our mindset. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #666666; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"> </span></strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">If we join the flow of ethereal vibrations, when love is near, and encounter the mystery and wonder of unsuspected instants, we can dip into the marvel of the budding and the blooming spray of our dreams brightening up our path. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #666666; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"> </span></strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">Love can crystallize things. Distressing rain can become a wonderful avalanche of shimmering diamonds when love is in the air. Raindrops are transformed into a flood of sparkling pearls. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #666666; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"></span></strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">The power of love can convert rain into a multitude of glittering prisms. The mental seduction of love and a boundless illusion, inflamed by a profound uprising emotion, can change any ordinary incident into a radiant, luminous voyage. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #666666; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"> </span></strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">Some ephemeral moments must be given a memory because the temporality of an instant may radiate a twinkle of eternity. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #666666; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"></span></strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">Love is only for creative minds. It is endless imagination at work, unraveling the wear and tear of killing habits. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #666666; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"> </span></strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">While settling down in the homeland of love, let us choose an uplifting horizon with humor and joyfulness along the way, our heartbeat guiding the rhythm of our day and composing the song of our passion. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #666666; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"> </span></strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em>The mental fascination of love was so profoundly experienced by French writer Stendhal: "'Crystallization' is the operation of the mind that draws from all that presents itself the discovery that the loved object has some new perfections." </em></span></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"> <em>Phenomenon: Crystallization of love.</em> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #666666; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"></span></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">Factual starting point of the picture: Couple walking under an umbrella.</span></em></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"> </span></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #666666; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"> </span></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><br /> <em>Phenomenon: Crystallization of love.</em> </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #666666; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"></span></strong></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">Factual starting point of the picture: Couple walking under an umbrella.</span></em></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"> </span></strong></p> </span> <p class="ecxMsoNormal"> </p> </span> <p class="ecxMsoNormal"> </p> </span> <p class="ecxMsoNormal"> </p> </div>

Love crystallizing under an umbrella
<p><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>"Alpha and Omega", 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>, 50 × 66 cm, oil on paper</strong></em></p> <p> </p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>In the beginning, is the word, and the word is love, and love is imagination. When love takes us through the sun-dappled garden of our imagination, no stalking horses can perturb the rainbow in our mind or fade out its bright colors reflecting our memory's blue sky.</strong></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Love can be one of the main underlying reasons for living as it rocks between the "Alpha and Omega" of our existence.</strong></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Love can tell us so many things about the deep waters of our inner self and the secrecy in the hidden brushwood of our emotions.</strong></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Though love is a promising 'possibility,' it is not an ultimate warranty. It is merely a 'contingent' phenomenon.</strong></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>If we don't cultivate the growing patch of our feelings closely, emotional anarchism can disrupt the mosaic of our thinking pattern, with love becoming a series of misunderstandings.</strong></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>If we expect to identify ourselves in a second other but don't recognize ourselves in our choice, living can turn into bitterness because the wheel of time has set another compass. When we understand that the chosen one is merely a fabrication of our imagination, the ivory tower of our expectations patently crumbles down. Only, by revisiting and resetting our emotional construction we ingrain its substance and viability.</strong></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Because time can convert the flame of love into a poor pilot light, a paradise of adoration can become a setting of acrimony. Ecstasy can change into disinterest, and mutual complicity becomes a balance of power, heaven turning into a nightmare.</strong></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Let us embrace the lighting highways of our brain and oust the distorting indifference with its horrendous aftermath before our vision becomes shrouded by total blindness. Let us not descend, through listlessness, on a mediocre omicron but complete our spiritual life journey into a fulfilling omega.</strong></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Because love is imagination, it has the power to open unsuspected horizons, kindle hope, and make us to our best friends, rousing affection, good feelings, sunniness, attachment, and passion.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><br /> <strong><em>Phenomenon:</em></strong><em> The quality of love</em></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 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-GB;" lang="EN-GB">Factual starting point of the picture:</span></em></strong><em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"> girl in expectation</span></em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"></span></p> <p><em><strong>"L'amour peut être la clé de voûte de l'être, mais il n'est que du sable dans une paume de la main. Il est une «possibilité» , pas une assurance. Plus on serre, moins on obtient. L'amour est un phénomène "contingent"."</strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p>

Alpha and Omega
<p><span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000; font-size: small;"> <p><em><strong>"Girl in blue" , by </strong></em><a title="en:Erik Pevernagie" class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/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, 66 x 88 cm</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong> An ephemeral moment can become an eternity. From a past encounter everything may disappear in the dungeon of forgetfulness. Only a few furtive flashes or innocent twinkles do survive. Some unexpected details may remain marked in our memory throughout our whole life. A significant look, a salient colour or a surprising gesture may abide indelibly engraved in our mind.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>“A girl in blue” has been memorized by the beholder, who was struck by the blue colour that reminded him of Yves Klein and his IKB (International Klein Blue). The blue colour drew all his attention and obliterated the context of the encounter and all other aspects of the setting.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>The beholder still remembers the words he said at the time: “Today is a new day. I have met someone special on my way. She was dressed in blue. Her eyes were blue. The sky was blue.”</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Focus on detail</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point of the picture: Girl</strong></em></p> </span> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" class="MsoNormal"> </p> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" class="MsoNormal"> </p>

Girl in blue
<p><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-weight: normal; mso-fareast-language: FR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> <p><em><strong>"Sounds of silence" , by </strong></em><a title="en:Erik Pevernagie" class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on cardboard, 66 x 88 cm</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong> For some, silence can be hell. For others, silence can mean blessing. For those who are looking for stilled happiness and want to come into harmony with themselves, silence can be a releasing answer.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Sometimes silence may coincide with various atoms of sounds, creating a mood of soothing relief. So can the gentle roaring of the waves induce a sentient dimension to a cosmic experience.</strong></em></p> <p><a title="Paul Simon" class="mw-redirect" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Paul_Simon"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Paul Simon</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> &amp; Garfunkel (Sound of Silence ) make it clear that silence is not the absence of sound, but silence is itself a kind of sound.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>For John Cage " there is no such thing as an empty space or an empty time. There is always something to see, something to hear." and for William S. Burroughs "silence is only frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing."</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Silence</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Woman in a whirlwind</strong></em></p> </span> <p><em> </em></p> </span> <p><em> </em></p> </span></p> <p> </p>

Sounds of silence
<p><em><strong>"Expectations" , 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, 66 x 88 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-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Life is a realm of expectations.</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-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>People are anxiously waiting for the fulfillment of a dream, the realization of a colorful rainbow of happiness.</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-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Happiness is, however, good management of expectations, and 'good management' means making an order and assembling the contingent elements of the "do's'" and the "don'ts," the "maybe yes'" and the "maybe not's."</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-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>If we want to live in agreement with ourselves and find peace with the surrounding world, good governance of our lives is merely 'good sense.'</em></strong></span></p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>We can always hope, but we must not live on hope. Let us step beyond expectations and remain resilient. Let us breathe consciously without fright, striving to take over our grail of free.</em></strong></span></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon: Expectations and good management</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point of the picture: Two women sitting and waiting</strong></em></p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> </p> <p><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-size: 12.16px;" /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: Arial; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">dom.</span></p> <p><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> <span style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><strong><em> </em></strong></p> </span></span></p> <p> </p>

Expectations
<p><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> <p><em><strong>"Stolen moments" , by </strong></em><a title="en:Erik Pevernagie" class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on cardboard, 66 x 88 cm</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong> At times we pick from our “extensive time experience” some enchanting moments that are cuddling in our mind. They are stolen moments from our durational perception and we are keen on holding them preciously in our memory’s Garden of Eden.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>“Stolen moments” create a feeling of enjoyment in our “intensive time” awareness. The glow and the intensity of those instants can guide us throughout a whole lifetime. They can expose a second or a third dimension of the daily events and shed an expounding light on all the little details we encounter.</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Intensive time experience</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Woman lying and woman sitting</strong>.</em></p> </span> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" class="MsoNormal"><em> </em></p> </span> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" class="MsoNormal"><em> </em></p> </span> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" class="MsoNormal"><em> </em></p> </span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" class="MsoNormal"> </p>

Stolen moments
<p><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>"Stolen moments" , 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 cardboard, 66 x 88 cm</strong></em></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>If relationships have been pinned down like nails in the wall and do not renew themselves every moment, allowing us to change our mind’s core or improve our world vision, we are like frozen characters that remain only at the stage of “being” and do not develop into the instar of “becoming.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Let us drop our 'tin ears' and listen to the sounds of the 'real' world veiled beyond our inattention and overwhelmed by the smoke and mirrors of superficiality.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>When we have the knack for listening to ourselves and hearing ourselves out without flinching, we can throw down willful deafness and self-deceit and meet up with our authentic selves.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>For the outward shell and in the interest of "glitter and looks," many abandon their true self, freeze themselves into artificial postures, renounce realness, and take on fake appearances that disagree with their persona.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>If we live through the eyes of others, we cannot enjoy an individual life. Our pathetic fate would be an impressive lack of authenticity, spontaneity, and candidness, which are cornerstones for living in open-mindedness.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>In a world where we can be what we are and not what people expect us to be, we will never be deplorable worldwide-weary victims. Boredom often slips into revulsion if we fail to find an identity and acquire individuality with the quality of authenticity.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Let them not cold-call our attention, besiege our feelings, and disturb our dreams, those dealers in phony compassion selling wishful thinking through merchandising sentimental poppycock.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><br /> <strong><em>Phenomenon:</em></strong><em> Appeal to give up faking and living like a frozen image. Stimulation to live a ‘genuine' life and to build up an ‘authentic’ existence.</em></span></p> <p> </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">Factual starting point of the picture:</span></em></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"> Female body.</span></em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"><em> </em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"><em> </em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"><em> </em></p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p>

Like a frozen image
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