The god of precariousness

When in my high school years I happened to think about the future, my mind automatically filled with images and concepts that I attributed to a separate world, that of adults: independence, security, family, career; basically all elements that were suggested to me both by my personal experience as a daughter and by the ideal of personal fulfillment proposed – or imposed – by the society in which I grew up.

In a more or less conscious way, I too was longing for this model, the only one I knew and imagined, but which over time turned out to be a chimera. Unattainable, at least in the times and ways that I and the people I grew up with imagined.

It’s the world that changed, and it did it so quickly that our generation was caught off guard: raised with no longer feasible models, it’s looking for new adaptation strategies. The linear path no longer exists, and this, while sometimes adding a little spice to existence, also creates discomfort and new difficulties.

With this painting I tried to give shape to those thoughts that sometimes assail me when the feeling of being at a standstill gets stronger. In these moments I feel as if almost nothing has changed since high school in my attitude towards the future, because despite being an adult beyond any doubt by birth, there are many aspects that I still feel are beyond my reach.