2001 A turnip and two loaves of bread, 22x27 cm, oils

It occurs to me how closely we are stuck to something. I mean that everyone of us is tied to something. We dream about freedom, we sing about it, but who can prove that he is living in freedom? What does freedom mean? Is there freedom in art? Can I freely paint a turnip and two loaves of bread? Or, when I do so, am I seen as representing some form of dead fundamentalism? Are the turnip and the bread dead?

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