Life into pieces isn’t totality,
parts of the whole made us special.
Reality becomes fragments,
nature becomes concepts,
people becomes groups,
still humans anyway.
Rituals to celebrate new members,
every group believes to be special,
the only one holding the answer,
the only one protecting the truth,
mirrored on each of its components.
In the name of truth there’s violence,
and each small treasure is kept safe,
just an old rusty key of an unreal lock.
The big fisherman’s boat sinks in the wise ocean,
we all swim in the same water, we don’t need a key.
We have always been the answers and the questions.
– The Initiate –
Enamel on canvas
70x50x5cm
2014
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