Web of Contrasts: Unveiling the Struggle for Authenticity

Recently, I have been thinking a lot about the system, and more specifically about how I do not fit into it, how destructive and slavish it is. When I am in the forest, I feel such a pervasive freedom, peace, joy, silence. Coming home, I do not feel as safe and pleasant in it as in the forest. I feel such a penetrating web, pressure to make me weaken, to give up. To submit to slavery, orders, start belonging to some social group in which I am to be a cog. However, the more I feel such things, the more often I go to the forest and I know that thanks to this I will never break . Not many people will understand what I am talking about, but it is of little importance to me

Just thinking about it all, I started to paint a picture of myself. The concept was completely different, but it was just that. The web, piercing, destructive, enveloping on all sides, preventing us from reaching our own interior, because it is afraid that when we succeed, it will be immediately disposed of Natural we, we are like children, full of joy, colors, energy, warmth, sun . For me, the system is black and white, unnatural and false.

Primed canvas, painted with acrylic, 60 x 60 cm. The picture is closed with a 0.5 cm painted frame