Acrylic on canvas
91 x 121.5 cm
Even dictators and serial killers used to be babies, the nadir of zoology. Yes, at one point in time, even Emperor Nero was an innocent baby, who, unfortunately grew up to become a monster in a tyrants tunic. How must have his mother felt? Yes, there only remained the paralysing road of agony, with its customary tears and screams. Nothing survived in the path of his brutality. Only Man alone is capable of so much lunatic destruction, right? The philosopher on the bottom left, seemed to feel impotent confronted with the relativity of cruel internal and external realities blended with the absurd immanence in which time has imprisoned us. Are we not all living the perpetual aggression of the unforeseeable? Are we predestined to the arbitrary? In history, like in everyday life, cosmogony alternated with apocalypse, nothing but daily creators and wreckers. How will our baby girl turn out? The mother is shedding a tear, confronted with flashes of an incurable fear. Nature vs nurture? Id our DNA, nothing but a modern way to express fate.