THAT'S LIFE. (C'est la Vie) Painting

Life in 4 Seasons. That’s Life … A bird singing the equinox… An egg from God knows where … An egg fallen from the sky or come from another world? Will we ever know? No trace of The Chicken at the start of the chain… Darwin dipping a finger… The egg of the Origins... the Mystery of The Beginning... … The shell that starts to crack one day. A cry, a Name, a Story yet to invent… DNA and the Myths, Nature or Nurture? Free Will or Fate? Luck or the lack of it ? Circumstances always… Geneticists, philosophers, priests, and shamans all gathered around the hatched egg. … From the Egg springs the artwork. A white canvas. Everything waiting to be done… Art or Junk ? Each of us is to decide, within the limits of our individual consciousness. Action time, the shell burst open… A craving for the World, the rush to the cardinal points… Love stories burning hot, victories all glorious, and crowns always sparkling… ‘Tis the summer of expectations and mirages, the age of all pleasures and vanities… … A fold in the Canvas… The body’s first creases… The drapery of Autumn… The youth of Old Age… ? “The Golden Years ? What bullshit ! Hair that flies away, along with one’s illusions… A shortened breath, as time shrinks… Warning lights turning red, hormones switching off… Chemistry, to help forget… Love, Always. The dream of a very last summer in autumn… … A canvas like a crumpled up skin, a painting left in a corner, waiting for someone to pick it up… Time has come to count one’s virtues and pack up one’s memories… Winter has come and the bird has flown away… You look at the sky, you imagine another World… A bell chiming, an egg from God knows where… Life, for Eternity.