Our civilization is self-Disnat "without Borders". Free movement, finished the Eastern Bloc, Western.
Yet, the boundaries are well entrenched there and: boundaries of religion and fundamentalism, fanaticism, poverty, ... And our own borders. Man sings of life, but thinks that old Indian in Santa Fe? What can he say to his ancestors, who has lost his land, its rites, its freedom? The man walking often unnecessarily turned toward the past, destroyed by unemployment, dreaming of crossing the street to reach what he believes wealth. Acrylic on canvas 40x80 . Mixed media.
Where are our borders?
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