What do we own? What’s really ours?
The languages and words we created reflect the human condition.
Do I own my car, my house, my pet, my kid, my wife or husband, my thoughts?
When I say my country is it truly mine? What about my life?
Do we really own all those concepts or are we enslaved by them?
Or maybe it’s the image we have designed about ourselves, we separated from each other, from the environment, and decided that everything and everyone else has to be partitioned and has to belong to someone; moving all this structure there is the saint idea of being the special one in charge who controls everything.
By giving names to every piece of nature we just want to own each single part because when we have a label, a concept, we consider it ours as we “know” it.
The beginning of this vicious circle is the name we were given when we were born, all the rest is a consequence of adding external layers to what we really are, the unknown, unnamed, unique being.
Words are only practical tools and cannot define the indefinable, we can’t use what is limited to express the unlimited, but now we are mature enough to change the reality we live in, now we are ready for the whole.
– The Property –
Enamel on canvas
100x60x4cm
2012
Private collection, Rotterdam NL
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