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<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: #292929; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"> </span></span></span></p> <p><strong><em>"Love as dizzy as a cathedral, 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, 100 x 80 cm. x</em></strong></p> <p><strong><em><br /></em></strong></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: " lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>When love nestles down in the bewildering anchorage of our expectations, let us not disappoint it through lack of attention or loss of interest.</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: " lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>When we are smitten, we await love to be “remontant” and blooming,” like remontant roses, with blossoms scenting through all the seasons of life. Passion and patience are to be good allies, though.</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: " lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>Love can be a natural endowment, a present, or a gift. It can be a divine talent if it is not just a donation. Since love is a silver bullet, it makes the unimaginable possible through the power of its 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: " lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>Women are strong kind. They invest in love so much more than men do. They have the power to add, patiently, stone by stone, all the elements they need for the cathedral of love and emotion.</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: " lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>However, they may forget to look down sometimes to make sure they can stand the height.</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: " lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>Love is hope and expectation, and many want to pencil it in, but some don’t dare to ink it in because love may also mean mystery and enigma.</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: " lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>The vagaries of love with all its unpredictable and capricious meanders may be a hurdle in keeping life on an even keel. Rational thinking and irrational feeling don’t always get along very well.</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: " lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>By squirming out of our dungeon of indifference and wriggling from our self-centered vault of unawareness, love can conjure up an aura of mental opulence and an inkling of infinity.</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: " lang="EN-GB"><em><strong>Emotional illiterates, who don’t recognize the sound of a broken heart, will never be capable of hearing the subtle vibrations of love reverberating through the rustling flora of life.</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: " lang="EN-GB"><br /> <strong><em>Phenomenon:</em></strong><em> Love and women</em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal; background-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: " lang="EN-GB">Factual starting point:</span></em></strong><em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-GB"> Woman</span></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: " lang="EN-US"><strong><em><br /></em></strong></span></p> <p><strong><em>Phenomenon: Love and women</em></strong></p> <p><strong><em>Factual starting point: Woman</em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p>

She felt love as dizzy as a cathedral
<p><em><strong>When only silence remained , 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 x100 cm</strong></em></p> <p><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>In memory of <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/David_Bowie" title="David Bowie" style="color: #0066cc; text-decoration-line: underline;">David Bowie</a></strong></em></span><em><strong>" : "</strong></em><a class="new" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=Where_are_we_now%3F&amp;action=edit&amp;redlink=1" title="Where are we now? (page does not exist)"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Where are we now?</strong></em></span></span></a><em><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: " lang="EN-US"><em><strong>As we walk down the steps to the unchartered rims of our life, we may become aware of unsuspected beacons we have ignored thus far, discover unsolved enigmas of our identity and so get insight into the undisclosed intricacies of our shared environment.</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: " lang="EN-US"><em><strong>When silence remains…</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: " lang="EN-US"><em><strong>As emotions may gradually take apart the rational blueprints in our imagination, dreams may reveal what is hidden in the safe haven of our mind and disclose elements that bring to light some baffling qualities we might not have presumed.</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: " lang="EN-US"><em><strong>When silence remains….</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: " lang="EN-US"><em><strong>When one is lost in time, when the moment that "was," no longer "is," when one frequently walks up the memory lane to pay a visit to the shadows of the past, one may wonder and ask oneself, "Where are we now?".</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: " lang="EN-US"><em><strong>When silence remains …</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: " lang="EN-US"><em><strong>If the vibrant and frolicking merry-go-round of our daily living has been ousted by an eerie void of an intractable vacuum, only inspiriting memories may shore up our inner world.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"> </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: " lang="EN-US"><em><strong>When only silence remains, and only memories speak, when the characters of the past remain soundless, the time may have come "to walk the dead." We may walk our missing shadows just like we may walk our cherished dog. Though the dead may be departed, they may still be alive in our minds. Conversely, some may be "bodily" present but emotionally absent in our life story scenario.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><br /><em style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.16px;"><strong>Phenomenon: Time and memory</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Girl addressing the past</strong></em></p>

When only silence remained...
<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>"Terra incognita" , 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>, (90 x 120cm), Oil and metal 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>Women may sometimes feel like aliens emerging in a hesitant future, in a men's world with impervious codes, and have the impression to be like dots in uncharted territory.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Discovering the crucial points, which don't line up with the achievability of reality, may be a key to the right compass in life.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>If we are not apt to steer our life and engineer our individuality, we may become preys of the pecking order and be constrained to keep on loitering like panting cardboard characters turning into walking dead.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Some women don't care about decorum and conventions, wanting, first and foremost, being independent. They don't like to waste time with people they don't like, preferring to live a life as a 'tramp,' with ' the free, cool wind in their hair,' no matter what people might say, not in the least concerned with any pecking order.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Like many women, numerous strangers and newcomers in big cities may feel surrounded by a hazy cloud of anonymity and a wall of seclusion. They remain, unadulterated aliens, unplumbed individuals in a terra incognita. Being part of a melting pot with distinctive identities, they try to assert their personality and take ownership of their respective individuality. Tensions may simmer, however, and the underlying causation might be difficult to assess.</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 aliens come and settle in suburban areas, they are often surprised about the perplexing behavior of the 'local tribes' and watch 'natives' like fish in aquariums.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>On the other hand, the flow of strangers is often reluctantly accepted by the natives, who are flabbergasted by the new faces 'decorating' or 'contaminating' their environment and the bizarre conduct of the intruders may unsettle them.</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 double repulsion could be countered by better information and communication.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon: Communication</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point  : woman confronting townscape</strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.85pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" align="center"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.85pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" align="center"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.85pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" align="center"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.85pt; mso-outline-level: 1;" align="center"> </p>

Terra incognita
<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>A gap of </strong></em><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Silence" title="w:Silence"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>silence</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, by </strong></em><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="w:Erik Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, (100 x 100 cm), Oil on canvas</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0cm;"><em><span style="color: #0e101a; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><strong>Silence is a fascinating cultural incident. It is a "contingent" phenomenon with positive or negative qualities and must be "contextualized."</strong></span></em></p> <p style="margin: 0cm;"><em><span style="color: #0e101a; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><strong><br /></strong></span></em></p> <p style="margin: 0cm;"><em><span style="color: #0e101a; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><strong>We can experience silence as an interval. It can be breathing space and spawn release and wellness in a time of appalling inflation of words since it has the power to create 'spiritedness' and make room for imagination. It may lead to a reviving retreat into a world of new perspectives.</strong></span></em></p> <p style="margin: 0cm;"><em><span style="color: #0e101a; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><strong> </strong></span></em></p> <p style="margin: 0cm;"><em><span style="color: #0e101a; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><strong>As our environment is increasingly confronting meaningless noise, silence may be a redeeming rescue. Samuel Beckett makes his point of view clear: "Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness."</strong></span></em></p> <p style="margin: 0cm;"><em><span style="color: #0e101a; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><strong> </strong></span></em></p> <p style="margin: 0cm;"><em><span style="color: #0e101a; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><strong>Silence can be a welcoming and hospitable partner when we let loose, and the flow of time sends a comforting wave of sound vibrations gently opening the skyline.</strong></span></em></p> <p style="margin: 0cm;"><em><span style="color: #0e101a; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><strong> </strong></span></em></p> <p style="margin: 0cm;"><em><span style="color: #0e101a; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><strong>But silence may be intolerably screaming if it means the absence of communication, friendship deficiency, and emotional deficit. It means then a heavy burden to bear, an unbearable weight.</strong></span></em></p> <h1><em><span style="font-size: 12pt; color: #0e101a;" lang="EN-GB">After facing relentless pandemic showdowns, many long for the glow of a new dawn and crave bright and loud life stories with liberating slapsticks to shatter silenced desolation and pent-up rage, restoring self-value and broken identity.</span></em></h1> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm;"><strong><em style="font-size: 12.16px;"><span style="color: #0e101a; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"> If we think that silence does not exist and is only the absence of sound, some claim that it is itself a kind of sound. That is the reason why John Cage believes that "there is no such thing as space or an empty time. There is always something to see, something to hear" and "moreover, silence may only be frightening to people who are compulsively verbalizing" if we follow William S. Burroughs's reasoning.</span></em><em style="font-size: 10pt; background-color: #f8f9fa;">"</em></strong></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon: silence.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point of the picture: pondering girl</strong></em></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>

When lost in a gap of silence
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: #292929;"> </span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>Côté cour…Côté jardin (100 x100 cm) Oil and metal on canvas , 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> xx</p> <p> </p> <p style="margin: 6pt 0cm; 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: 10.5pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>If we don’t find the magic to keep living on the bright side of life, we must cultivate our mindset. Let us learn to be grateful for the present moment, the morning dew enchanting our eyes, the random smile of uplifting people we encounter, and the happy flashes sprinkling our life canvas. Compassion to others and ourselves gives us a sense of belonging, fulfillment, and satisfaction, brightening up the sidewalk of our day.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin: 6pt 0cm; 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: 10.5pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Whereas some dwell on the bright side of life, enjoying an exciting spectrum of contingencies and getting all the breaks, others live in the confined inner court of their being, cramped within the fence of their mind. Only imagination may arouse a spark of expectation, stir up resilience, and create an equitable prospect.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin: 6pt 0cm; 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: 10.5pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Be it on the garden side or the courtyard side. We have the potential to rise up against the dictatorship of destiny, become rebels with a cause at any time, and turn the course of our existence since life deliberately means 'choice' and offers a range of challenges that can empower us to transcend matters and settings.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin: 6pt 0cm; 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: 10.5pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Social counterpoints can be a shrieking reality. But life may nevertheless become a colorful canvas with an array of opportunities, allowing us to escape from the suffocation of our enclosure if we hold ourselves receptive to the healing power of the daily little marvels and stay aware of the vivifying unexpectedness of the distinct moments.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin: 6pt 0cm; 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: 10.5pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>When an incidental color or a random fragrance takes possession of our imagination, we can suddenly blossom into a new entity as it gives us wings and enlightens our horizon, just like canary birds that feel stimulated and start singing as soon as they sense the radiance of the sun through the reflection of the skylight.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin: 6pt 0cm; 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: 10.5pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Let us not wait until the light fades into an irreparable loss but stay in the loop and pursue the momentous flow of daily little wonders as life kindly tenders us gorgeous bouquets of sparkling colors, telling signs, and rousing episodes.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin: 6pt 0cm; 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: 10.5pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>First, let us open our eyes and learn to be aware of the enchantment of the little things.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin: 6pt 0cm; 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: 10.5pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Never and again, our minds may need clarification when we have to discover what heads or tails are. Ever and again, bewilderment may strike our brain when we have to interpret the contrasts between the dark and the bright sides of things, when we have got to read complex cases and assess the divergences between the iridescent outward appearances and the grisly undercurrents of particular characters.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin: 6pt 0cm; 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: 10.5pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>However, if we take an elastic and well-attuned stance on our environment's multi-layered backgrounds, we may acquire a widespread sense of scanning the suspected boundaries and the threats of incidental loopholes.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin: 6pt 0cm; 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: 10.5pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>"Côté cour...Côté jardin", courtyard side and garden side, is a permutation from the theatrical scenery, from the artificial theatre to the reality of life. .</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin: 6pt 0cm; 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: 10.5pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><br /> <strong><em>Phenomenon</em></strong><em> : Social and psychological discrepancy.</em></span></p> <p style="margin: 6pt 0cm; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"> </p> <p style="margin: 6pt 0cm; 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: 10.5pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">Factual starting point</span></em></strong><em><span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"> : woman sitting between garden and court-yard</span></em><span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p>

Côté cour. Côté jardin
<p><span class="detail-box-desc"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; color: #333333; font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: #333333; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold; mso-ansi-language: FR;" lang="FR"> </span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>Twilight 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>, (100 x80 cm), Oil and metal on canvas.  xx</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: " lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Isn't love the emanation of desire or just a statement of emptiness in expectation? As we long for what is missing and finally hold it, could it be that we may not crave it anymore in the end? </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: " lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Still, if we learn to "enjoy" the precious moments of its presence, it can remain a captivating experience and a mesmerizing adventure. If it keeps on overwhelming us with "joy," love can turn into a magic prism and make it possible to discover a rainbow of twinkles and enchanting sceneries. As our imagination constantly discerns new qualities, the sparkle of love does not expire in the boredom of forgetfulness.</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: " lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Let us not fall short of desire but give way to the unspoken passion hidden in the closet of discretion.</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: " lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Let us not still our anger against indifference and inattention and let showiness and condescension slither into our thinking if we don't want our conscience to be backfired.</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: " lang="EN-US"><em><strong>People, walking on the catwalk of indifference and evaporating in a bubble of apathy, are unconscious of the decay of their emotions and the scattering of their attention that are crucial obstacles to refreshing their mental framework and topping up the contents of their life story.</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: " lang="EN-US"><em><strong>The loss of an eager and unrestrained longing for someone or the lack of an unyielding desire for momentous incidents in life may blur the peculiar aura and the soothing tint of contingent encounters.</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: " lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Desire or intense liking involves a demanding and ongoing quest, and therefore patience and indulgence are decisive in hitting the trail to empathizing with people and finding out the proper contexts in life.</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: " lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Before a sunk-cost fallacy creeps into the body of our expectations, we must disentangle a clear line in the merry-go-round of our desires and bring to light the real-world evidence in the cropland of our relationships.</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: " lang="EN-US"><em><strong>When eagerness and passion vanish, desire deserts a weary mind. The power of craving reaches a twilight zone: the twilight of desire," le crépuscule du désir."</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: " lang="EN-US">.</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: " lang="EN-US"> </span><strong><em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-US">Phenomenon:</span></em></strong><em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-US"> Desire, longing, superficiality</span></em></p> <p> </p> <p style="margin: 6pt 0cm; 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: " lang="EN-US">Factual starting point of the picture</span></em></strong><em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: " lang="EN-US">: woman.</span></em><span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: " lang="EN-US"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.85pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.85pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; vertical-align: top; mso-line-height-alt: 10.85pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p>

Twilight of desire
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: #292929; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"> </span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>"Happy days are back again" , 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)   xx</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>Philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein says: " Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent." The painter, however, says: "Whereof I cannot speak, I will paint." Whereas Wittgenstein advises being silent about things we cannot speak of, we can skillfully use our hands and manipulate our thoughts.</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>Is happiness one of these premises we can't speak of and must be silent about?</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>Should we be capable of 'forgiving or forgetting' to be happy? If anger is too powerful and overwhelming, and we cannot tame or cage our rage, we must forget about forgiving. But if real life does not stop crying out for us, telling us to store new energy and experiences and inviting us to sort out the tools for cleaning up our boisterous interior, a new reality may start taking shape, transmitting joy and letting us tune in with ourselves. When we are in line with the world, we can feel a new mindset has absorbed us and eventually sense what is essential in our lives.</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>Many people may have experienced the special paradoxical feeling of never being aware of happiness and, nonetheless, one day, stating it is no longer there. It was non-existent, and it was missing out at a particular moment. It has been slumbering, absent in mind, and suddenly bubbles up and actuates its past presence."</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 often realize what happiness is about after it has slammed the door to our inattention and killing silence has deafened the tunefulness of our life.</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>Is happiness not just a phenomenon in our imagination or a result of an interpretation? We become meddled in a confrontation of confusing and inconsistent sentiments. For that reason, the French writer Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian said: "Pour vivre heureux, vivons caches.": "To live happily, live hidden." So, many are silent about it because it is difficult to express.</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>Bearing in mind the misery and poverty in the world, must happiness and success be hidden? Could admitting to a pursuit of happiness demonstrate selfishness and unintellectual conduct? On the contrary, can it not be an incentive or motivation for others? Giving voice to happiness, can it not be a challenge or a beneficial contagion, becoming a salutary infectious syndrome?</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 are fairly observant and overly patient, a vibration of happiness might crop up unwittingly as we capture the "timelessness" of a lucky moment and sparkle of a stray instant, unexpectedly enrapturing our life in a blaze of color and splendor.</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>Expecting the unexpected should not frighten us but let us wheedle each instant we enjoy and endear each happy moment we encounter. Let us watch each step we take, and each move we make ever since happiness is a kind and appealing fairy but utterly frail and vulnerable.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>If the dust of volcanic love has settled and the harshness of a new reality has become too oppressive, disillusionment may have to be mended, wounds to be healed, and emotional fallouts to be taken care of.</strong></em></span></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"><strong><em>Phenomenon</em></strong><em>: Happiness.</em></span></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>

Happy days are back again
<p><span style="color: #292929; 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>"I am young and have no dog" , 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 x100 cm)</strong></em></p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: " lang="EN-US">Horses are “mindful creatures.” When we watch them closely, and we are not endowed with a tin ear, we can hear how they think.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.16px;"> </span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: " lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Men can be good ' horse whisperers', but dogs, on their part, are able to be outstanding "man whisperers ".</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: " lang="EN-US"><strong><em> </em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: " lang="EN-US"><strong><em>A dog can be a ‘significant other’ as it infuses a magic fluid stream of oxytocin, trust, ease, and patience; and transforms a man’s life into a paradise of complicity and mutual sympathy.</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: " lang="EN-US">What is more, it can arouse an instinct of playfulness that many people have lost since their young age, and that can put things into new perspectives.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.16px;"> </span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: " lang="EN-US">As it is mostly an extremely motivated creature, it can give unrestricted, uncalculated affection and is so moving that the human partners don’t hesitate to bequeath a fortune. (Leona Helmsley, David Harper, Drew Barrymore and also Oprah Winfrey )</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.16px;"> </span></em></strong></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: " lang="EN-US"><strong><em>Young people may perhaps be less receptive or needy because the “wide world’ ‘out there” might be eagerly waiting for them. As the future is bright and time is limited, they want to conquer it.</em></strong></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-family: " lang="EN-US"><strong><em>However, if a gap in the schedule makes it possible, adoption could be taken into consideration as a substitute for a human pet.</em></strong></span></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon  : </strong></em><a class="mw-redirect" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Dogs" title="Dogs"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Dogs</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> as man whisperers</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Young lady with dog</strong></em></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p>

I am young and have no dog
<p><span style="color: #292929; 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>"'My </em></strong><a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Radio" title="Radio"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><strong><em>radio</em></strong></span></span></a><strong><em>"' , 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 cm</em></strong></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>My radio is a valued friend informing me about the news in my vicinity, giving me my place in the world, and offering me a sense of wellness and safety.</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>My radio can be a daily companion, supporting my confidence, analytical thinking, furthering empathy, awareness, and giving me breathing space.</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>Good and conscious breathing regulates active and logical thinking.</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>Critical thinking with a factual approach to the fundamental life questions is the undividable cornerstone of our authentic presence in the world.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>When we 'inspire' intently and breathe 'consciously,' we can instill the 'inspiration' that guides us to create a fearless future. We can then 'expire' infinitely, emanate insight and thought, and deliver others' tools on the sideline.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">By uniting the thirst of our mind with the pureness and wellness of the air we are breathing, we can take possession of the most profound fibers in our being, imbibe its hidden primal forces, and transcend all irrelevant trivialities.</span><span style="font-size: 18.0pt; color: black; mso-color-alt: windowtext; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-US"> </span><span style="font-size: 18.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold;" lang="EN-GB"></span></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>Everything is in the mind. The power of our will constructs our future. We must, therefore, pride our brainpower and stimulate our imagination's vibrancy to create an ideal rhythm and perfect quality of life.</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 the terror of indecision and the fear of oneself, empathy for all living creatures and respect for nature can help us save the world. When we inspire others and awaken their integrity, the waves of good vibrations flow into our minds.</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>Truth and trust can be redoubtable travel companions, though. We must give way to doubt in life, but doubt must not fill the whole room.</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 express our confidence lavishly. In the construction of human relationships, trust can unlock bolted hearts and evaporate groundless suspicions. It has the power to uplift us and detach us from material calculations. We put it on hold for a while or, furthermore, deny it if there is manipulation in play.</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>With"Radio Ga Ga," "Queen" &amp; Freddie Mercury protest against the stupid, idiotic, and annoying radio broadcasting content: Radio GaGa, Radio blah blah., asking the broadcasters: "not to become some background noise, a backdrop for the girls and boys, who just don't know or just don't care, and just complain when the radio is not there."</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>The radio is a dependable friend who must stay "we might miss the radio when we grow tired of all this visual," inspiring Lady Gaga to borrow her name from this song</strong></em></span></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: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">Phenomenon</span></em></strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">: <em>importance of radio broadcasting</em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm;"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><strong><em><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">Factual starting point of the painting</span></em></strong><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; background: #F8F9FA; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US">: <em>woman with radio</em><span class="language"><strong></strong></span></span></p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1;"> </p>

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