Acrylic on canvas
183 x 152 cm

Religion vs Capitalism, two belief systems with neither depths nor contour, right? 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 seems to neglect its 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 take jobs, iPhones and xbox applaud the waning intelligence of our children. Has Technology not stolen light from the blind and sound from the deaf? Capitalism should learn from Christianity’s megalomania instead of replacing it, right?  Are we back on the road to madness? Here we have a group of young female students going to a museum of life. On the left panel we can see a sketch of Velasquez Pope innocent the 10th, on the other side a Coca Cola bottle as symbol or idol for the modern world. Most of the girls are not interested at all. One girl is on the phone, another seems to be more preoccupied with her designer handbag, while another looks enviously towards her friends bag. Only four girls seem to take an interest in it. For them it means time lost from their pyrotechnics of nonsense chatting on iPhones and time-off from playing games on PlayStations or Xbox. Only one girl seems to have grabbed a leaflet. Sadly, this is our new reality, replaced by a simulacrum. This is our new 21st century life based on intolerable laziness and intolerable lack of inquisitiveness, just what a simulacrum needs, to feed from the blinded masses. 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-technocraty that is sapping our will to exist. Virtuality replaces reality and its phantom pain of a vanished God. Life is creative potential not an anaemic paralysis of our senses and synapses. Everything feels pale and episodic. Technology has led to the exceedingly contradictory and paradoxical consequence of neither solving nor overcoming the complexities of chaos. It is nothing but an irresponsible retreat from reality. Is reality never good enough? Must it be intensified? Is their roleplaying sheltering them from having to realize and respond to actual situations? Or 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? Is the reality of power nothing but a poverty of freedom? Is Solipsism nothing but a loss of self and loss of self-definition? Loss of identity? No boundaries and limits are ego effacing and disjunctive, right? Neither of them recognizes their limit, liability or obligation. Are they not suspended from life and living? Is spontaneity 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? The style varies between Mangaesque portrayal of the college girls and an eclectic post modernist representation of the background. On the right hand side we can see vertical lines ending in a whirlwind of chaos. Are these girls aware of the chaos that is expanding exponentially over their heads? Or is it simply over their head to understand what is happening. Who should they look towards too? Who should be the new role models? Actually, are there any role models left?