"Knowing somebody was waiting" by Erik Pevernagie, oil on canvas, 80 x 100 cm

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Phenomenon : Tele-emotional support

Factual starting point: Tram platform .