Oil on Canvas, 2020
30 cm (W) x 40 cm (H) x 2 cm (D)
Ready to hang
Varnished
Like a tidal wave, an avalanche that does not cause any noise, it rolls through fantasies and swallows up everything that it encounters on its way - all life, all colour, every scent, every sound and every feeling.
What is lost to nothing disappears as if it never existed. If the longed-for saviour does not arrive quickly, there will be no trace of fantasy and not the slightest memory.
(Michael Ende, The Neverending Story)
This quote applies today more than ever. I interpret "the nothing" as the tech industry sucking up our imagination, society getting sucked into their phones, losing our ability to create our own entertainment. We don't read books anymore, we don't listen to vinyl anymore, instead of playing board games we play on our devices. Our brains are changing.
