An artist's heart is in his head.
Oscar Wilde
The modern human is a born fighter. Life-threatening opponents have almost vanished from the face of the earth but, as a matter of principle, we are against everything: racism, inequality, unemployment, animal testing...
But how can you prevent the passing time from her relentless progress?
How will you outplay your own destiny?
How will you control the uncertain part of your existence?
Reality is the ugly betrayal of our dreams and wishes. This scandal must be stopped:
Our life should resemble a sort of Disneyland,
a movie which can be rewound at discretion,
a video game in which the vanquished player can be send back to the start position for a new round.
Assistance in this process is provided by sedatives, insurances, stimulants, virtual pledges of a perfect life. The markets for all kinds of survival strategies is booming: promises that instantly relieve us from our worries, solve our problems, heal our wounds, anticipate our thoughts.
There is no lack of ideologies, parties, advertising slogans, ministerial decisions and legislative measures for the protection of the citizen. All of them will help us to overcome the obstacles in life; everything is meant to be better, faster, more comfortable and more beautiful than ever before.
In this wonderful world of freedom, a large survival package made of illusions is available to us. We simply have to make the right choices for ourselves in order to find happiness.
Unfortunately things do not work exactly as we imagine them. Due to the wrong use of our senses and our intelligence, our disoriented feelings drowned in transient and ephemeral aspects of life, we have lost a true aim, namely the focus on the essence.
Thus, we continuously pervert ourselves, society and the course of the universe in our strive for ever more growth.
Our unease expresses itself in the conviction that we take our relative perception for the unshakeable truth. In our perspective, our personal interpretations and explanations of the real world are absolute.
This is the illusion which we fall prey to. This is our real trouble.
Mona von Wittlage
ARTIST
