FARCE...  ANAEMIC TONE OF CONVENTIONAL ILLUSIONS

Acrylic on canvas
91 x 121.5 cm

It is the dissolute ages which can claim the merit of laying bare the essence of life, showing us that everything is a farce. What we call our life is a proliferation of futilities. Maybe, man wants to escape from his incurable fear? His fear of the irreducible universe better known as boredom. Yes, history is the bloody product of its rejection of boredom. Avoiding conflicts sustained within oneself, man’s internal wealth is drained to a dull ripple of nothingness.  No price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself. It’s only when we are willing to face the challenges of life that we are spiritually growing. You should refuse taking an easy path to gain your freedom. The freedom to be yourself. No matter how frightening it may be. Stop impressing society instead impress yourself. All that remains for us, is to wallow in the slag of civilisation. Don’t let boredom, the echo in us of time, tear itself apart, showing you the revelations of the void, the dying up of the delirium which sustains our life. Life is delirium, only undone in ennui. For the philosopher, nothing remains but to despair.


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