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<p><em><strong>"The past was her best friend" , 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, 88 x 66 cm</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong> When time escapes like sand through the fingers and our memory becomes tired and lazy, we recognize we are at war. We are at war with forgetfulness. If we consider the past as a paramount friend and we have cultivated a long term remembrance wisely and sensibly, waging war against amnesia is unavoidable.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Recollection builds up our personality. Our individuality is based on all the little pieces we assembled in the past.</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: The past</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Woman from aside</strong></em></p>

The past was yesterdayl
<p><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-weight: normal; mso-fareast-language: FR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; color: #000000;">A Handful of Dust (55 x 73 cm)</span></em></strong></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>When we feel betrayed by the vagaries of life, and our wet dreams turn out to be nightmares, let us keep eyes wide open and look for the sparks in the glance of the people. They not only can share a shard of oxytocin but also inspire us to appreciate the fragrance of the ordinary things we have ignored for so long.</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>When we free ourselves from the chaos enclosed in the surrounding rigid social structure, we can find peace of mind and still our hunger for knowledge and understanding. If we follow the rhythm of our heartbeat, we can quench our thirst for meaning in life and encounter an array of soothing vibrations of wellbeing.</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>The day we recognize we must let go and drop questionable priorities in life, we understand we must accept to follow our inner compass and find harmony with ourselves. Through the flow between buoyancy and acceptance, we can reach a state of awakening and enlightenment.</em></strong></p> <p><strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: FR; mso-bidi-font-weight: normal; mso-fareast-language: FR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;"> </span></em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><span style="font-size: 13.3px;"><strong><em>We are what we are: a handful of dust, and although life remains a temporal enterprise, we recognize we have a mission. Through resilience and empathy, we can take a walk on the path of thought and wonder and brighten up the hazy remains of the day.</em></strong></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"> </p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Phenomenon</strong>: Temporality and human mission</em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em style="font-size: 13.3px;"><strong>Factual starting point of the picture</strong>: Woman in inclined position</em></p>

A handful of dust
<p><em><strong>"Back garden of a dream" , by </strong></em><a title="en:Erik Pevernagie" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" class="extiw"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on canvas, 88 x 66 cm</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong> When ideas evaporate, when shapes fade and forms lose their integrity, our imagination can create an outlandish setting and convert everything into a hazy, misty William Turner landscape.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Feelings and emotions can dismantle gradually all lucid patterns in the back garden of our fantasy.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>A reflect graphic image of our dream can reveal what is hidden in the back of our mind's eye and show things we are, maybe, not ready to acknowledge.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon: Back of the mind's eye</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point of the picture: Person</strong></em></p>

In the backgarden of a dream
<p><em><strong>"Was it what life was about?" , by </strong></em><a title="en:Erik Pevernagie" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" class="extiw"><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>“What if ?”. With this counterfactual question we could start questioning our life and ask what might have happened, if we had taken a different decision or we had set another course. What, if we would have rejected or accepted an idea at a particular time in the course of our life time.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>By constructing an alternative history of our existence, we could come to a better understanding of what our life is about and comprehend, if we essentially own our life or if we are just lived.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Through the “What if?” alternate questions, we can recognize, whether we are actually impersonating some other people or not. We can realize that we could defy many vital questions like: Have we got our own identity? Have we kept our integrity? What about our “ego”? Have we got a quiet ego or a too rebellious ego? Have we got a “repairing ego” or do we need to restore our ego?</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>When we ask “Is it what life is about?”, when we pose numerous counterfactual questions, we can either stick to the situation, close the book and consider our life as history or we can challenge ourselves, discover our being from another angle and start writing a new script of our life.</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Counterfactual questions</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Thinking woman</strong></em></p>

In the windmill of her mind
<p><em><strong>"Shit! She did not live her life" , by </strong></em><a title="en:Erik Pevernagie" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" class="extiw"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on paper, 66 x 88 cm</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong> The awareness of the confrontation with particular situations in life can cause a kind of discontinuation. It can bring about a reflection on how to manage one’s life in the future.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>The framing of the pictorial scene is a visual problem. It also refers to a mental and philosophical aspect. The line break is operated at the head of the female person and the caesura implies a spiritual preoccupation.</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Awareness and reflection</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point of the picture: Woman</strong></em></p>

Shit !She did not live her life
<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>"A flair of inspiration" , by </strong></em><a title="en:Erik Pevernagie" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" class="extiw"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on paper,</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong> If our breathing system is beleaguered, we lack oxygen: we need to inhale urgently. Our deficient neuron system has to be taken care of and nurtured.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>By decluttering our mind we can awaken ecstatic inspiration. A singular flash or a particular flair on an unusual day can arouse a flood of inspiring thoughts.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>When we take ourselves off guard and our mind-set by surprise we can stir an array of creative ideas. .</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon: Inspiration</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Inspired woman</strong></em></p> </span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"><em> </em></p> </span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"><em> </em></p> </span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"><em> </em></p> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p>

Flair of inspiration
<p>"<strong>Why has Shé got stars in the sky?</strong>" , by <a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;">Erik Pevernagie</span></span></a>, oil on cardboard, 66x 88 cm</p> <p> </p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Happiness is not an unexpected jackpot nor a monolithic bunch but a forbearing casting and a daily discovery process.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Envy can tear apart the living of people and obliterate the peaceful course of their life.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>A constant discontentment about the others' sparkling stars and a powerful permanent desire of confining people to an exclusionary cradle can disrupt relationships.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Jealousy remains a redoubtable pitfall for love, on the toll road of seclusion and "un-shareability." If affection is sickly cloistered and pompously exclusory, resentment may set free destructive segments and unchain emotional tornadoes.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon:</strong> Jealousy</em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Factual starting point</strong>: woman</em></p>

Why has She got stars in the sky?
<p><em><strong>"State of Limerence"  by </strong></em><a title="en:Erik Pevernagie" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" class="extiw"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on paper, 66 x 88 cm</strong></em></p>

State of Limerence
<p><em><strong>"Entschleunigung"  by </strong></em><a title="en:Erik Pevernagie" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" class="extiw"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on paper, 66 x 88 cm</strong></em></p>

Entschleunigung
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