Acrylic on canvas
183 x 152 cm

Religion vs Capitalism, two belief systems with neither depth no contour. Isn’t life rapture, heresy, derogation of the norms? Well, God seems exhausted by its own eternity, while Capitalism is all suffering in its sterility. The vertical as much as the horizontal system seem to neglect their own destiny. One has been pulverised with the ascent of the new God called Technology, the other is engrossed in feeding the new idol without knowing the irrevocability and fatality of its existence. Robots steal our jobs. iPhone, PlayStation, and Xbox cause and applaud the waning intelligence of our children, fact. Has Technology not stolen light from the blind and sound from the deaf? Capitalism should learn from Christianity’s megalomania instead of replacing it. Are we back on the road of madness? Here we see a group of young female students having a day at a museum, the museum of life. On the left panel we can see a sketch of Pope Innocent X by Velasquez, on the other side a bottle of Coca Cola as a symbol or idol for the modern world.

We can immediately notice that most of the girls don’t look interested at all. One is on the phone, another is more preoccupied about her designer handbag, while another looks enviously towards her friend’s bag. Only four girls seem to take an interest in the paintings. For the majority it means time lost from nonsensical chatting on cell phones and from playing games on PlayStation or Xbox. Only one girl seems to have grabbed a leaflet. This is reality at its best. A reality that shows intolerable laziness and intolerable lack of inquisitiveness. Should we not attack life at its roots? Everything seems to vanish or melt away like forms with indistinct contours. We live in a post-capitalist proto technocracy that is sapping our will to exist. Virtuality replaces reality and its phantom pain of a vanished God. Now, search for Cathedrals, and you’ll find only the dim-witted kneeling. Life is creative potential not an anaemic paralysis of senses, right? Everything feels pale and episodic. The extremely contradictory and paradoxical consequence of technology is that it neither solves nor overcomes the complexities of chaos. It is nothing but an irresponsible escape from reality. So, is reality never good enough? Therefore, it must be intensified. Hence their role play shelters them from having to realise and react to real situations? And to react to the emotions and obligations, whether of others or of themselves? Are they truly protected from having to face and feel their own emotions? And protected from having to deal with needs and demands of other people? So, the reality of power is nothing but a poverty of freedom? Is Solipsism nothing but a loss of self and loss of self-definition, right? Loss of identity? No boundaries and limits are ego effacing, right? Nobody recognises their limit, liability nor obligation. Do those people live a suspended life? Yes, removed from life and living? Maybe spontaneity has become the measure of their fear for life? Have they defied maturity? Have they defied logic? Have they defied time? Are they beyond good and evil? Beyond blame and expectation? Beyond justification of their existence through work and duty? Only emptiness remains, right? Maybe they cannot be serious about anything in life because they feel worthless? Isn’t sex and love just a passive acceptance of undemanding protective affection? On the right-hand side, we see vertical lines ending in chaotic, random swirls and twirls. Well, like life things can start in orderly fashion, in balance, in equilibrium but if you look carefully, everything is far away from being in balance. Wouldn’t life be one-dimensional, and clinically boring if change wouldn’t happen? We should applaud chaos, chaos began everything even our very own Sun evolved from chaos, and to be precise from gravitationally collapsed clouds of hydrogen gas, providing the heat necessary to sustain life in an otherwise giant, freezing, cosmic abyss at 2.7 kelvin. That all said, the style varies between a Manga comic portrayal of the college girls, and an eclectic post-modernist depiction of the background.