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<p><span class="detail-box-desc"><span style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>Absence of Desire , 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>, 80 x 100cm, Oil on canvas  x x</strong></em></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: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">When we decide to settle down outside the groove of our daily grind, we have room to discover the world of others who can revive our hidden desires and relaunch us into new adventures.</span></em></strong></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: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">When we break the deadlock and stop doom-scrolling into the narrative of a fluctuating landscape of dispiriting thoughts, we can invite the flowers of compassion to blossom in our hearts and minds and overwhelm us with a spray of vibrant petals of well-being.</span></em></strong></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: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">As light splinters into darkness, new thoughts may take over the mind and allow upbeat views to gain power. Thus and so, thoughtfulness readily opens a blistering sky in the faltering shadow of unawareness.</span></em></strong></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: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">When we feel life escapes us and we don't recognize ourselves anymore, we do well to build a haven in our frame of mind. Let's act before the essence of our being is evaporated and the keystones of our mental structure disintegrate.</span></em></strong></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: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">If we stake a claim, however, to the needs and wants of our life, we may fail to live up to the standards of others. Therefore, empathy and connectedness can bridge the gap by stirring our consciousness of sensitive queries and assessing our surroundings' complex framework with their countless, prickly nitty-gritty. When we desire the touch and the feel of an authentic world, we must not put our quest on the back burner. If we are lucidly engaged in scratching the shining shell of a fair-weather environment, we learn how to discover original values and foster the unambiguous quality of our desire.</span></em></strong></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: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">We must not allow gaslighters to plunder the treasured gems of our mind file nor erode the translucent color of its quality.</span></em></strong></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: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">Ludmila  about "Absence of Desire"  :</span></em></strong></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: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"> </span></em></strong></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: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">"Standing in front of "Absence of Desire," I wonder: "Who feels the absence of desire? ". We cannot explain the absence through the decomposed, half</span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Cambria Math&quot;,serif; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Cambria Math&quot;; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">‐</span></em></strong><strong><em><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">naked, headless female bodies. It is not confined to the painting. On the contrary, the absence of desire' gradually invades the beholder, who is in front of the picture.</span></em></strong></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: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">The artistic approach, the requirements of the composition, and the structure of the canvas with its transversal lines and diagonals remind me of the stained glasses of cathedrals. The large needles of these cathedrals tear the sky's blue in their search for god. The iridescent stained glass is pouring light under the high vaults, which embody faith and belonging to the world beyond.</span></em></strong></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: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">The beauty of stained glass removes all the thoughts of the physical world surrounding a man. One can say that the "stained glass" rejects the body, which is more pointed out by outlines than depicted. In the same way, the Middle Ages declined the body while accentuating the face, transforming it into an icon. The " stained glass " metal framework" is converted into a cage or grid that imprisons the body.</span></em></strong></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: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">However, this rejection of the body leads us to a dead end. There are no faces, no heads: their absence precisely underlines the body, which has to be denied. People have admired the human body for its beauty and plasticity for many centuries. Man has appreciated the joy of the flesh. But the 'body' has also been rejected and even perverted.</span></em></strong></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: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">The painting represents indifference and insensitivity towards the human body, particularly the woman's body. It outlines man's asexuality and inaction.</span></em></strong></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: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">Many people of today are convinced they know the world inside out. They tasted life in all its aspects and felt at the end of their rope. They are tired now and are no longer able to invent themselves. At most, they are prepared to call upon some gadgets to create a pretense of desire. However, this is y deception. Nothing can make them want anything or anybody anymore. That feeling of wanting has become absent. That specific feeling has merely definitely died. 'The absence of desire' has become a metaphor for the 'absence of life.' "Absence of Desire" is the stained glass window that opens into the gap of the cathedral of emptiness."</span></em></strong></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: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><br /> Phenomenon: Lack of interest</span></em></strong></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"> </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: 11.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">Factual starting point: Gadget headless women</span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.65pt;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.65pt;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.65pt;"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.65pt;"> </p>

Absence of desire
<p><span class="detail-box-desc"><span style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: FR;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>"Svp "Arrêt sur image" , 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, 100 x 120 cm</strong></em></p> <p><em><br /><strong> </strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>By freeze-framing the image of our lifestyle, and stopping our mental clock, at times, we can let time flow, and 'psychological' time can replace 'chronological' time. So we can call our human condition into question, again, and open the door to a new challenge and a new future.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>By recurrently standing back, assessing the daily events, taking time to correct the range of vision and evaluating what is authentic in life, we create space for reflection and spiritual regeneration.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>The construction of momentous and mindful intermissions allows us to update our identity and readjust our personality.</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Chronological &amp; psychological time, reflection</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point : Man sitting and reflecting on himself</strong></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>

Arrêt sur image
<p><em><strong>"The sorrow of </strong><a title="Belgium" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Belgium" class="mw-redirect"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><strong>Belgium</strong></span></span></a><strong>", 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, 100 x 80 cm</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong> The individuation or the differentiation of social and ethnic groups in society can become predominant in some countries. Feeling a loss of identity and a lack of freedom of action, some entities may want to proclaim themselves distinct from other social groups, separate , autonomous or independent with own projects and political ideas.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>A separation is always difficult and constantly creates scars of sorrow and regret. Everybody may agree upon the diagnosis but very often not about the therapy. It is precisely the therapy that is mostly very painful. Along with other European countries like </strong></em><a title="Great Britain" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Great_Britain"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Great Britain</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> and </strong></em><a title="Spain" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Spain" class="mw-redirect"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Spain</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, Belgium is confronted with this problem.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Some parts of society feel that the rug is being pulled from under their feet. Some suffer from a sundown syndrome, fearing that, for them, the sun is going down for ever.</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Individuation or social differentiation.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point of the picture: Bending person in sorrow</strong></em></p>

Belgian Sorrow
<p><em><strong>"Skyward, over and above". </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 (100 x 80cm)</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong><br /></strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #202122; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"> <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>Man likes to move and wants to go places. He is always on the road. Once his horizontal mobility is obstructed, he takes a vertical direction. He goes skyward and starts challenging the mysteries of his imagination.</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 allow ourselves to stay amazed and astounded at the vibrant instants of every day and do not feel ashamed of admitting to being speechless or dumbfounded sometimes, we can uncover unsuspected sparkling gems hidden in the nooks crannies of 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>Architects, artists, and construction engineers find pleasure in discovering the many architectural possibilities and creating structural jewels in their challenge of height and elevation. In their creative journey, they defy the impossible and make the unworkable work.</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>Therefore, let our peers be inventive and not be content with merely ‘formatting’ generations. Instead, we focus on cultivating and enlightening them, ensuring independent thinking where acceptance is at pace with challenge and trust steers clear of gullibility.</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>Instead of kneading our habits into irreversible certainties and fidgeting in the boredom of our comforts, let us fantasy and creativity come to their own and brighten our day.</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>: Architecture, creativity, fantasy</em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: white;"><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</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">: Building</span></em><span style="font-size: 20.0pt; font-family: &quot;Helvetica&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: red; letter-spacing: .75pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"></span></p> </p>

Skyward, over and above
<h3 style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.65pt;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span> <p style="background: white; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt;"><strong><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: &quot;MS Mincho&quot;; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;MS Mincho&quot;; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">"Rocking the boat </span></strong><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Times New Roman;">". by </span></span><a title="en:Erik Pevernagie" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie"><strong><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: #0072c6; font-family: Times New Roman;">Erik Pevernagie</span></span></strong></a><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Times New Roman;">, oil on canvas (100 x 100cm)</span></span></p> </span></span></span></h3>

Brussels rocks my boat
<p> </p> <p><span class="detail-box-desc"><span style="font-family: Arial; color: #0066cc; font-size: 8pt;" lang="EN-US"> </span></span></p> <p><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"> </span></p> <p><span style="font-size: 12.16px;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: #202122;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>"Life with sea view"</strong></em></span></span><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: #202122;" lang="EN-US"> </span><em style="font-size: 12.16px;"><strong> ,</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,100 x 100 cm  x</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-GB; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-GB">When we feel abandoned along the road of indifference, we can jam our path into our thinking mind, breaking free from the shackles of inattention, getting our life together, uncovering our identity, and resurfacing in a world of sympathy and understanding. </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-GB; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-GB">When we come to face the entangled vagaries on the chessboard of our life, let us not shrink from using the queen's gambit to disentwine predictable hassles or diffuse incendiary plots if we want to take control of our being and make our dreams come true, transparent, and straightforward. </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-GB; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-GB">Let us indulge in life with a sea view, free, pure, oxygenated, out looking at a dream of liberty and ensuring a breathable environment. </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-GB; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-GB"><em>If we want to add human interaction to the panorama of our life scape, the sustainability and the expectancy description of our emotions are momentous. Cracks in relations can be "restored," whereas breakups have to be "repaired." For 'repairs,' we need proper tools: concrete commitments and endurance. For 'restoration,' we need exceptional talent and subtle ability to realize a perfect replica of the original emotional canvas. </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><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-GB; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-GB"><br /> <em>Phenomenon:Sea, sail boats and freedom</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-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; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #202122; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-GB">Factual starting point: Woman sail boats</span></em></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: &quot;inherit&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; color: #666666; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-GB"> </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:&#10;0cm;background:#F8F9FA"> </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><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; border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0cm; padding: 0cm; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-GB"> </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:&#10;0cm;background:#F8F9FA"> </p> <p style="margin-top:6.0pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:6.0pt;margin-left:&#10;0cm;background:#F8F9FA"><em style="background-color: #ffffff; font-size: 12.16px;"><strong>Phenomenon: Life with a prospect</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Woman, sail boats</strong></em></p> <p> </p> <p style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" align="center"> </p>

Brussels with a view to the sea
<table class="fileinfotpl-type-artwork toccolours vevent mw-content-ltr" style="width: 100%;" dir="ltr" border="0" cellpadding="4"> <tbody> <tr valign="top"> <td id="fileinfotpl_desc" class="fileinfo-paramfield" lang="en"></td> <td> <div class="description"> <p><strong><em>"Could still feel the smell of fear" by </em></strong><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><strong><em>Erik Pevernagie</em></strong></span></span></a><strong><em> , Oil on canvas, 80 x 100</em></strong></p> <p><br /><strong><em> Being scared is contagious.</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>Fear can be a first-rate stool pigeon, a valuable safeguard, or a wise counselor. If it overwhelms us, we do better not to shrink back and sulk, but crystallize our potentials, think forward, and objectify our goals.</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>Fear has always been a very important whistle-blower. Our emotions and our history can provoke fear that may arrest us, at any time, or at any place. Above and beyond, fear might be contagious, and its scent, sometimes sensual, sometimes mystical or animal, can exude the musty and arcane smell of destiny.</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>Fear can be passed on to others and, similar to the fear of flying, its smell can be sensed by people in outlandish places or particular situations.</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>Its apprehension may be nasal or actuated through our brain, our memory, or the sensorial spread, and not at the least through a sixth sense.</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>Chemical signs and secrete pheromonal codes are released by the body. When people are anxious or terrified, it can be smelled by others and may even rouse panic in their brains. "Pheromones" - hormones - subliminally activate parts of the brain that are linked with fear.</em></strong></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><strong><em>A concealed natural element in the behavior of individuals and groups can discharge emotional stress that can become 'contagious.' ' A place may still radiate fear after decades. The way we perceive it will be experienced quite individually; and depend on the personal sentiment and the narrative of our past.narrative of our past.</em></strong></p> <p><br /><strong><em>Phenomenon : Smell of fear</em></strong></p> <strong><em>Factual starting point : Person in vertiginous space</em></strong></div> </td> </tr> </tbody> </table>

Could still feel the smell of fear.
<table class="fileinfotpl-type-information toccolours vevent mw-content-ltr" style="width: 100%; direction: ltr;" border="0" cellpadding="4"> <tbody> <tr style="vertical-align: top;"> <td id="fileinfotpl_desc" class="fileinfo-paramfield" lang="en"><span class="summary fn" style="display: none;">Could the milkman be the devil.jpg</span></td> <td class="description"> <p><em><strong>"Could the </strong></em><a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Milk" title="Milk"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>milkman</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> be the </strong></em><a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Devil" title="Devil"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>devil</strong></em></span></span></a><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>, 100 x 80 cm, Oil on canvas.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Woe betides anyone getting in the way of people that keep on muddying the waters, throwing up smoke screens and clouding issues, to make their dubious motivations less apparent.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>When the shine is wearing off, and the underlying cracks of a garlanded lifestyle become painfully apparent, reality may inexorably take its toll and gruelingly reveal the presence of a blatant and hideous gap of irrelevance and vanity.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>When some name dropping and eye-rolling chin-strokers are trying to snow us under with an avalanche of swollen narratives, we must never resist puncturing the blown-up balloons of their twisted too-good-to-be-true stories. The sound of bursting balloons may, then, ring, like ravishing music in the ears.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Milkmen are examples of convivial and trustworthy persons in society. They come in the morning and put their milk bottles at our doorstep. We highly cherish this image in our daily life. Lately, though, many people have been infested by distressing events and criminal reports. Distrust has infected the once so open and cordial mood among the members of many communities.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>This painting may pose questions: how can we avoid becoming paranoiac, if alleged reliable individuals have victimized us and have turned into devils.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>In 2006, milkman Charlie Roberts walked into an Amish school in Pennsylvania, shot ten of the girls before turning the gun on himself. Five died: the youngest two were seven, the oldest was twelve.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>The quiet, friendly milkman and family father was a devil, the embodiment of evil, indeed.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>His mother Terri Roberts doesn't understand: My son, the mass murderer: "What did I miss? How could he … leave his wife a widow, his children fatherless? Leave them to face the shame and the horror? And the gentle Amish families he had come to know so well in his rounds collecting milk. What darkness and evil could so possess his mind that he would want to hurt them? To rip away daughters as precious as his own? To inflict such pain and loss on another living soul?”</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon : Reliability , distrust and doubt</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point : milk bottle and devil's tail</strong></em></p> </td> </tr> </tbody> </table>

Could the milkman be the devil?
<p> </p> <p><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> <p> </p> <span style="font-size: small;"> <p> </p> <span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> <p> <p><em><strong>"Drunken sailor" 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, ( 100 x 80 cm)</strong></em></p> <p><em><br /><strong> </strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>The painting embodies the visual </strong></em><a title="Angle (page does not exist)" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=Angle&amp;action=edit&amp;redlink=1" class="new"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>angle</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> of the </strong></em><a title="Drunken (page does not exist)" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=Drunken&amp;action=edit&amp;redlink=1" class="new"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>drunken</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> </strong></em><a title="Sailor (page does not exist)" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=Sailor&amp;action=edit&amp;redlink=1" class="new"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>sailor</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> who is watching but is not present on the canvas. The spectator who is viewing the picture understands he is standing next to the sailor and feels invited to take the identity of the drunken sailor. Thus the viewer creates a relation between the internal space of the </strong></em><a title="Painting" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Painting"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>painting</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> and the external physical world. In this way the painting opens itself to the public.</strong></em></p> </p> <p><br /><em><strong> 'Phenomenon : Perception</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point : </strong></em><a title="Bottle" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Bottle"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Bottle</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> and </strong></em><a title="Glass" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Glass"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>glass</strong></em></span></span></a></p> <p> <p><em><strong>French:</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>La peinture incarne l'angle visuel du marin ivre qui regarde mais n'est pas présent sur la toile. Le spectateur qui visionne l'image comprend qu'il est debout à côté du marin et se sent invité à prendre l'identité du marin ivre. Ainsi, le spectateur crée une relation entre l'espace intérieur de la toile et le monde physique externe. De cette façon le tableau s'ouvre au public.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Dutch:</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Het schilderij belichaamt de visuele hoek van de dronken zeeman die kijkt, maar die niet aanwezig is op het doek. De toeschouwer die het schilderij bekijkt beseft dat hij naast de zeeman staat en voelt zich uitgenodigd om de identiteit van de dronken zeeman aan te nemen. Aldus creëert de kijker een relatie tussen de inwendige ruimte van het doek en de externe fysische wereld. Op deze manier opent zich het schilderij voor het publiek.</strong></em></p> </p> </span> <p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.65pt;" align="center"> </p> </p> </span> <p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.65pt;" align="center"> </p> </p> </span></p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.65pt;" align="center"> </p>

Drunken sailor
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