Mixed media drawing with pen and Copic markers. W 57 x H 41 cm.
We all come together in very intricate relations, all the personalities we have, the conflicts with each other, the love and the responsibilities, the choices and the consequences. People, things and situations that are the closest to us and in our face, those are that we are the most blind of most of the time. I observe my family members in the most frequent and mundane situations like the preparation of a family dinner. All the things we say, and do, and the naturalness and the unquestioned reality of all this….who are we, who are we to each other?...yes on the surface we are wives, and husbands, and fathers and brothers and sons and daughters…..but is it really the case? I sit together with my 4 year old at a table who will someday will save the life of a sick man as being his doctor or will build a bridge in a city that will serve millions of peoples or will go through a mentally tough situation and will fight the dark side of the mind and soul or….and yet we are sitting at a table like father and son. Everything is living and everything has a charming side that can pull in our attention and focus. All the love is all there all the time, yet we are unable to see most of the time, because our vision is biased and restricted and we just see sons and wives and dolls and tables and fridges and kitchen tools….all is living, all the love is there all the time, we just have to be secret agents and only pretend that we are fathers and sons and wives and brothers….those superficial roles we secretly play out just to get to the real love.