If we think about how a certain life situation reflects on our wellness, on our emotional state, on the sounds of silence, we surround our-selves with, things we say and do. How for me the past, the present mirrors on my art. How brakes of heart steals away the confidence and falling in one - boosts and rises. Everything that we do, everywhere we are, we want it all – denied or allowed, it grows through. The same about the path that is taken and the answers you Know, just have to Remember. The problem starts when we meet the wrong story ingredient believing and aiming so passionately – blindly, we do not bother to see. Making our-selves believe it is real, it is the One. In the way of fixing it up in the continuous motion of change, it goes wrong. Because we are too lazy to go on, try more, we want everything Now. Maybe not only we should learn to understand the perplex human need for here and now, but teach ourselves to be aware of our same doings. Not wanting the other to indulge and plan ahead, but giving the time for it, therefore, seeing yourself from aside. We often forget to cut out our thoughts and hints when thinking of how the other perceives us.
I started this motif by reasoning the topic of mirroring. I thought about how ‘’who we are with’’ reflects on ‘’who we are’’. From that a painting study on my family portraits came up. Slowly learning the similarities and differences, I thought about the personal (benefit) gain of perception. How right now in the world, genome editing picks up the secrets of life that are being held by our cells but the phenomena of consciousness still remains ours. In between this contrast of biotechnology and phenomenology I recreate my own story by the perceptional values, and, Love - sets it ablaze. Through Love we perceive what we like and disagree with. We gauge whom we surround ourselves with, the time spent with them and we set the priorities based on what we love to do and be. Now with your edited DNA you bestow and neglect pass of time as well, you reason and judge the worth of imperfection. The need for More has never been this poignant. To comprehend Today, I went back, reading on Greek philosophy ‘’Whether Love is the love of something or of nothing?’ but by 19th century existentialism I stepped on absurdity – the search for answers in answerless world. I am intrigued by the contrast of the absurdity of resemblance to then and now and, the theory of phenomenological remembrance that fights it. I fear we want to see more by less work and time, we crave intense interactions but do not indulge in sustaining them. We want new ones. Something new and unseen all the time. Although the theory dictates that the essence of a human being shall remain unsatisfied by the new because of the atavistic need of basic, modest qualities, ever needed – ever missing, Love.
Storge 100 x 60 cm (x4) oil/wood 2019
