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Disapproving
image of one's teenage.
When we are children, we are over protected by those
who bring us up; it is perfectly normal.
We get all worked up by the world of adults, and what
we imagine is quite far from reality. However, how often
have we dreamed of the time when we were grown ups,
at last?
With this picture, I meant to show the corridor between
the two worlds.
These trees were made scrawny by man and get aggressive,
so they trip the teenager up, and the teenager does
not understand what is happening.
You often believe in some people or in childhood friends,
but if they trip you up you then meet treachery, and
the first acts of betrayal you meet are those that hurt
deepest, because you could not dream their existence.
Acquaintances which meant nothing but something to gain
for the other one.
Pretence, which is shown on the picture by the trickling
colour. And the never ending fight against the wind
that reminds you that if you lower your guard you will
be pushed back instead of walking on, for no mistake
is ever allowed.
I painted the corridor blue, because the hope of getting
through always exists; the teenager walks on a cracked
and unstable ground: at the end of the corridor is the
blue of the explosion.
Explosion of joy, because the teenager has passed the
first stage, or explosion of deliverance through suicide:
too many choose to seek a shelter there, when they feel
they could not stand the ordeal.
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