Once an old soul was talking about life path:
“While walking along the big river I found a village where people thought they were the items they owned, and more objects meant more importance in the clan.
Most of them were sick and only the external manifestation of the illness was treated by the specialists who would pay attention only to the visible world.
In their programmed hierarchy these specialists were encouraged to work on more patients by accumulating further items and receiving higher respect in the group. More and more individuals wanted to climb the social hierarchy and become a medicine man with the consequence that the number of people to treat increased until it reached the majority of the villagers.
The atmosphere was so dense, heavy, that I stayed for a short time; despite all it seemed to me a lifetime because the perception of time was dense too.
After leaving the village I was feeling already lighter and happier.
The next town on my way was totally different, its citizens believed that everything happens for a reason, and that what appears on the surface has its roots in the centre, they were united and nobody was sick.
In the first place people were scared of the truth and kept on covering it with layers of lies. In the second place people were the truth.”
– Chemical Control –
Enamel on canvas
70x50x5cm
2015
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