Eulen

Oil on canvas

Humans possess a unique ability to vividly remember their past—a gift that sets us apart from all other living creatures on Earth. Throughout our lives, we carry fragments of these memories, often embodying a sense of hopelessness, much like Sisyphus endlessly pushing his boulder uphill.

What is the root of this persistent remembrance?
Is it a striving toward a better, happier life? Or perhaps a way to learn from and understand our mistakes?
Or could it simply be an emotional burden we bear?

Could overcoming the theory of chaos lead us to accept that Nature itself holds a profound memory?

In this light, the owl stands not only as a symbol of wisdom but as a guardian of memory—watching silently, reminding us that within the chaos lies a hidden order, and within our past, the seeds of future understanding.