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<p><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></p> <p><em><strong>“Drunken ship entering Brussels” 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 130 cm</strong></em></p> <p> </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: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Nonsense can be an ingenious architect of sense, as it may turn things upside down and, so doing, sharpen our perception, stir our imagination, clear our mind, and refine our judgment. Like poetry might interlock with science, and emotion with intellect, so are sense and nonsense relentlessly interacting, and this interplay enriches the filigree of our thinking pattern.</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: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>If we think the world has no sense, we are still free to enjoy all the imaginable nonsense.</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: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>The Bible teaches us that "Fools are in numerous" (« Stultorum infinitus est numerus »).</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: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Plato gives us already a description of a ship filled with crackers floating without a pilot, making an allusion to the state governing without vision.</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: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>In the Middle-Ages, they embarked fools on barges ("ships of fools") in order to get rid of them, somewhere else in the country. In 1494 Sebastian Brant gave us a fun illustration of a ship of fools filled with people who live in a carnivalesque mood of madness and takes a course to Narragonia, the country of fools.</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: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Jheronimus Bosch could, of course, not refrain from giving his peppered vision on the customs of his time in his painting.</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: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>"The drunken ship entering Brussels" is drifting fleetingly in the immersive surroundings of an otherworldly city. It floats rudderless and cramped through a harsh, abstract reality crushing on its way the "Atomium," a symbol of the city. It forces a breach in the gate of its fantasy.</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: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>The ship is a metaphor for a population that has been described by Julius Caesar as brave but crazy, disorganized, and unpredictable. "The Belgae are the bravest." ("... Horum omnium fortissimi sunt Belgae ..."). "It is quite right to say that they were men of outstanding courage."</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: #222222; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>In the past centuries, the country has often been a battlefield. Waterloo and Flanders' fields have indeed left their impact on the spirit of the inhabitants.</em></strong></span></p> <p> </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: #222222; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><strong><em>This country produced the surrealistic emanations of René Magritte and the eccentric displays and performances of Marcel Broodthaers, who rode on camelback through the city center, direction Museum of Fine Arts.</em></strong></span></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Madness and surrealistic fantasy</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Ship crushing das Atomium</strong></em></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 class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.65pt;" align="center"> </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 ship entering Brussels
<p><span class="detail-box-desc"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"> </span></span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>"</strong></em><a class="new" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=Esprit_d%E2%80%99escalier&amp;action=edit&amp;redlink=1" title="Esprit d’escalier (page does not exist)"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Esprit d’escalier</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>" - "</strong></em><a class="new" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=Wit&amp;action=edit&amp;redlink=1" title="Wit (page does not exist)"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Wit</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> of the </strong></em><a class="mw-redirect" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Staircase" title="Staircase"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>staircase</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>, oil on canvas,(90 x 65 cm)</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>.</strong></em></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;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; color: #0e101a; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Let us not ponder over biting ripostes that are thought of just seconds too late on our way home. Rather than awkwardly stumbling on the flight of steps to verbal avenge and tormenting ourselves with the wit of the staircase and its pointless ruminations or self-righteous vanity, we better transcend the shallow waters of narcissism and find harmony by resourcing ourselves in humility.</strong></em></span></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;"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; color: #0e101a; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong> </strong></em></span><em style="color: #0e101a; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;, serif; font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Common sense is our seventh sense that is guiding our personality. It embraces all other secured senses growing in the shadow of humbleness without being dissipated by disputes, showdowns, or down-right self-righteousness.</strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; color: #0e101a; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>If we keep on beating about circumstantial futilities and remain plodding along in the hollowness of weasel words, we need not expect to discover genuine answers to fundamental questions challenging us. </strong></em></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; color: #0e101a; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"> </span></strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0cm;"><em><strong><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; color: #0e101a; mso-font-kerning: 18.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US">When we follow the right compass and focus on the heart of the matter, we</span><span style="color: #0e101a; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"> need not worry about what we should have said and how we should have done.</span></strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0cm;"><em><strong><span style="color: #0e101a; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><br /></span></strong></em></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;"><em style="font-size: 12.16px;"><strong>Phenomenon: Wit of the staircase</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Man walking away on the stair case</strong></em></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 class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.65pt;" align="center"> </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> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.65pt;" align="center"> </p>

Esprit d’Escalier
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"> </span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>"Just for a moment" 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</strong></em></p> <p><em><br /><strong> </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>The 'genius' of the moment has the perk to spark a deflagration of ecstasy and a gust of inspiration and, in its aftermath, ease the turbulent underswell of conflicting hassles.</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 the dark horses of passion emerge from the night of our secret dreams, and give voice to the appeals of our authentic being, and fly on the wings of our inspiration.</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 memorable settings do not ring any bells anymore in the twisting lobes of our memory or do not raise a single tingling in our emotions, let us, then, rethink things over to re-invent ourselves and find out what killed the vital air of our recollection.</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>Life is merely a series of moments and is, actually, an unflinching serial killer since it kills steadily each moment one after the other. Memory is the only survivor.</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 one has come to explore the 'instant moment' and chosen to savor the delights of life, hiding behind the curtain of haste and superficiality, 'mental time' is replacing 'sequential time.' So, 'here' and 'now' are keeping hustle and impatience in check.</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>Eventually, chronological time turns into psychological time.</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>From our time perception chronology, we keep storing enticing instants of our life story. They are ceaselessly abounding in our minds. As they emerge like lucky sparkles, we hold them dearly in the treasury of our remembrance.</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 piggyback off of the inspiration of every lucky instant if we wish to light up the dim specks of our life and ease the thunderous crashing of destiny.</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;"> </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>"These boots are made for walking. And that's just what they'll do." (Lee Hazlewood's song) Boots are silent witnesses of the fleeting time of our history.</strong></em></span></p> <p><em><br /><strong> </strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon : Psychological and psychological time, , here, now</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point : Boots</strong></em></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 class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.65pt;" align="center"> </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>

Just for a moment.
<p><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></p> <p><strong>"<em>Knowing somebody was waiting" 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;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on canvas, 80 x 100 cm</strong></em></p> <p> </p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm;"><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>Each particular fragment of our inner world can keep on smoldering in the secrecy of our brain and one day emerge like crackling sparks. In the aftermath of mind absorbing coincidences, some essential elements of our being may have ebbed away from our memory. As they resurface after a thought-provoking encounter, they might plunge our existence into a new and estranging setting, transforming our life into a hallucinating journey.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm;"><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>Memories keep us stay alive as they gently cuddle us along the squirming roads of our lives and even warn us sometimes of insidious pitfalls.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm;"><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>It is not a shame to be rocked on the waves of our dreams sometime and roam around in our memories, stirring new emotions. Memories can be a balm for demolished expectations or disfigured reality.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm;"><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 go with the tide of life and pursue the twisting currents of our thoughts, a surge of consciousness can guide us through the blurred passages of our history and light up striking instants that we may have missed out.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm;"><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 torpor and vacillation are crippling us, only love has the power to breathe life into the dead brushwood of our emotions and bring back essence to existence.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm;"><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>The oppression of anonymity and lack of human contact can entice people to reinvent themselves, rethink their life, and give hope a chance. Once they have broken down the apathy wall and reached the wellness of concern, they can realize what it feels when missed.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm;"><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>The keen edge that may save emotional waifs and strays from numbness is the enlivening hunch of being dearly missed or expected. This very outlook ensures a comforting ground for faltering footfalls.</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;"> </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 the mind needs help, emotional incidences can be translated into a projection on canvas and converted into a singular entity through a particular frame, structured forms, and minimalist outlines.</strong></em></span></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon : Tele-emotional support</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Tram platform .</strong></em></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 class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.65pt;" align="center"> </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>

Knowing somebody was waiting
<p><span style="font-family: " lang="EN-GB"> </span></p> <p><em><strong>"Man without Qualities" , 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 and metal on canvas , (100 x 80 cm)</strong></em></p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><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; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><strong>If the scars of our daily reality overwhelm the beat of our life, we can at all times decide to start from square one, look up at the sky, being conscious of our pettiness, and enjoy the sparks of the stars to find the missing links. </strong></span></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><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; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><strong>Let us not be afraid of “saying” what we are “seeing” without censoring anything, or looking away and playing hide and seek. By naming things well, we avoid clutter in our life and torment in the world.</strong></span></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><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; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><strong>Let us not hoodwink our eyes, blurring our awareness and misleading our apprehension. Let us dare to see what we see and, at the same time, touch the feel and the overtone as well.</strong></span></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><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; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><strong>The Austrian writer Robert Musil has undoubtedly inspired the picture.</strong></span></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><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; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><strong>A « Man Without Qualities» is an anti-hero who decides to make a clean slate, a "tabula rasa", getting rid of all acquired alleged qualities. As he seems to have lost the center and his mind does not find the core, he feels the overall picture has slipped away. Only the details of life can help him to see the whole ensemble. Since he is suffering from loss of control, his worldview cannot comprehend the daily events. His conception of life is no longer a key for understanding but is, on the contrary, blocking off his insight.</strong></span></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><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; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><strong>All so-called "Qualities" assembled during a lifetime have grown into an obstacle to developing a man's personality, imprisoning him in a deadly routine.</strong></span></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><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; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><strong>If we decide to consider "a man of Qualities" as "a man of Possibilities," we can transcend William Shakespeare's" to be or not be" by "to become or not to become." When a man "becomes," he challenges the range of possibilities and excels the passive and inert stage of merely "being."</strong></span></em></p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; line-height: normal; background: #F8F9FA;"><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; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: FR-BE;" lang="EN-US"><strong>Like a snake sheds its skin, man is then capable of getting rid of his assembled habits. He can create space for a regenerating reflection and make time to call matters into question.</strong></span></em></p> <p><em><strong>"Man without Qualities" receives then by itself an "Identity", a "Personality"</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Spiritual regeneration - To become or not to become</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Man without head, but with headgear</strong></em></p> <p> </p> <p style="text-align: center; vertical-align: top;" align="center"> </p>

Man without Qualities
<p><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>Measuring space , 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</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;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>During the play-act of life, errors can clash with our conventional truth and compel us to prepare new ground for another truth concept that will replace the old truth model. Be that as it may, let us fly on the wings of our inspiration, value the day, enjoy the now, and be ready because the new blueprint may only remain valid until it dies by natural death on its turn.</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>We need not be afraid of second-guessing our firm convictions or our holy truths because they often look like dazzling poppies or scented daffodils wilting after a while as if they had never existed.</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>While they prefer to avoid cracks and flaws, many choose to recalibrate their lives, weigh, and assess what they perceive. Distrusting vague descriptions and suspecting “loose ends,” they seek to measure the world. Precision and transparency are their passion that can help balance their thoughts and still their mind. Measuring is knowing, and the right measurement offers them knowledge and inner peace.</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>Even with their emotions, people may appeal to their hunger for measuring. If they misjudge the allowable bearing capacity of their love commitment, they might have to suffer the unforeseen consequences of the rash steps they took.</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>So can ‘measuring space’ mean ‘recognizing the infinite narrowness.’ Man, stranded between the infinitely small and the infinitely large, may have problems understanding his ‘being in the world,’ and might feel outlandish in the vacuums within the world.</strong></em></span></p> <p><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>More measurably and factually oriented, German geographer Alexander von Humboldt was fascinated by measuring the world and undertook his captivating travels, described by Daniel Kehlmann in his novel “ Measuring the World “(German: Die Vermessung der Welt).</strong></em></span></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Measurability of space</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Man measuring space</strong></em></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 class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.65pt;" align="center"> </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> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.65pt;" align="center"> </p>

Measuring space
<p><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal; mso-ansi-language: NL-BE;" lang="NL-BE"><span style="color: #000000;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>"Mama. Meine Bäume wachsen bis in den Himmel" , 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</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>For people who have got ideas on the go and like to increase their business, trees can grow very fast.</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 the course of their asset-stripping strategy, some will take over everything that is in their power and will show no regard for people's or companies' futures.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Let's watch out for the unpredictability and the wildcat jumps of contrarian people, whose sole interests are soaring targets at high-speed, at all costs and without any consideration. Perceptive understanding may help us discover the hidden actualities behind the 'appearances.'</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>They will make a whistle-stop tour at their Mum's place, now and then, to touch the ground with their feet again, when life becomes too wobbly. The day they feel their tall trees catch too much wind, they may experience they are in free fall.</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 that event, they are victims of "the bigger they are, the harder they fall"- syndrome. It is boom and bust.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon: Greed</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Abstraction of two trees</strong></em></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 class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.65pt;" align="center"> </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> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.65pt;" align="center"> </p>

Meine Bäume wachsen bis in den Himmel
<p><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong><em> </em></strong> <div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.65pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;" lang="EN-US"> <p><em><strong>"Should I shave first?" , 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,</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong><br /></strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; text-align: start; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Beyond the spiritual and emotional sides of life, there are more elementary occupations, as well, like shaving, washing, and dressing. As they are so futile, not many people seem to be interested in talking about it.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; text-align: start; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>But when they come in opposition to more serious items, they can become amusing.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; text-align: start; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>A specific action or situation may rouse an unexpected point of interest, receive a chirpy significance, and obtain a jokey twinkle or a poetic angle.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; text-align: start; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Some seem to become aware of their dependence on an insatiable hunt for the newest gadgets, which doesn’t allow them to see the sky behind the wall that has surrounded their living space. By enduringly focusing on their lopsided investment in ‘having,’ they fail to enrich their ‘being’ and forget to look at the pleasant and witty side of life.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; text-align: start; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>If we can tame or restrain our addiction to the blinding overabundance of technical widgets, we can “tool down” our mental frame. It’s, by opening our mind to the infinite potential of the world around, that we can take time for the others and learn to listen and interpret their captivating stories.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; text-align: start; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>More than once, “Gsoh,” seems to be in confrontation with “Gsoh:” welfare at war with welfare, material and cerebral prerogatives at war. Gsoh, “Good Salary, own House,” may, however, make peace with “Gsoh,” “Good Sense of Humor.” A good mixture of substantial and mental qualities may not only lead to an excellent balance of the mind but also fill a nice basket of wittiness, as vital support in life.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; text-align: start; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Humour can save lives.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; text-align: start; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; text-align: start; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Phenomenon:</strong> Importance of humour</em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; text-align: start; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Factual starting point</strong>: Legs, Electric <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Razor" title="Razor" style="color: #0b0080; background: none;">Razor</a></em></p> </span></div> <strong><em> </em></strong><strong><em> </em></strong><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #000000;"><strong><em> </em></strong><strong><em> </em></strong></span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><strong><em> </em></strong><strong><em> </em></strong></span></span><strong><em> </em></strong><strong><em> </em></strong></span></p>

Need to shave my legs first
<p><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> <p><em><strong>"Did not expect it would ever happen there", 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>,(60 x 80 cm) Oil and metal on canvas.</strong></em></p> <p><em><br /><strong> </strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Philosopher </strong></em><a title="w:Jacques Derrida" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacques_Derrida" class="extiw"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Jacques Derrida</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, disciple of </strong></em><a title="w:Martin Heidegger" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martin_Heidegger" class="extiw"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Martin Heidegger</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> and </strong></em><a title="w:Edmund Husserl" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edmund_Husserl" class="extiw"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Edmund Husserl</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, likes to deconstruct and dismantle written texts. The artist likes to deconstruct visual representations. He establishes links to events and to problems, which people are confronted with, day by day.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Reality is a starting point, not a purpose He deconstructs </strong></em><a title="w:reality" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/reality" class="extiw"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>reality</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, transforms it into a </strong></em><a title="Puzzle" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Puzzle"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>puzzle</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> and shows a particular interest in </strong></em><a title="en:Detail" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Detail" class="extiw"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>details</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>. Truth is in the details. Even </strong></em><a title="w:the devil is in the detail" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/the_devil_is_in_the_detail" class="extiw"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>the devil is in the detail</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>. He creates an artistic world that hides a "hinterland" of </strong></em><a title="en:Interpretation" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interpretation" class="extiw"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>interpretations</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>. Everything is converted in such a way that the viewer looks for clarification. But in order to give explanations, we need </strong></em><a title="en:Definition" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Definition" class="extiw"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>definitions</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Definitions and meanings change again and again. He knows that truth and reality are very volatile, indefinite, multi layered and sometimes very </strong></em><a title="en:Paradox" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paradox" class="extiw"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>paradoxical</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>. For that reason it is very tricky to emit a preset definition or a fixed denotation for the phenomena in our daily life. In the spirit and the view of Jacques Derrida, the visual world is deconstructed and translated on canvas. Topics or subjects are placed in a specific context and given ambiguous and equivocal contents. As life itself is often indistinct and confusing, there is no univocal, unilateral way to proceed. So doing the spectator can engage in interpretations. The passive viewer turns into an active participant and becomes an </strong></em><a title="w:accomplice" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/accomplice" class="extiw"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>accomplice</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> of the painter's deconstructions.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>The painting is the abstracted countryside with house in red roof, hidden in the setting. It is an abstract scenery from a press release about a horrific murder committed at the spot. Never ever such a dreadful incident in such a peaceful environment would have been held for conceivable. Often the question arises: How many skeletons could remain hidden in so numerous cupboards?</strong></em></p> <p><em><br /><strong> </strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon: Closets with skeletons</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: House with red roof in abstract landscape</strong></em></p> </span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.65pt;" align="center"> </p> </span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.65pt;" align="center"> </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>

I never thought it would ever happen there.
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