Gods Almost Humans

One of the many mysteries of the Universe is the human race.

Perhaps we are a "cultivated" species, programmed for a purpose that escapes us,

created with a meticulous genetic engineering and a specific expiration date for

what our time is limited, finite. Could this be why simply existing is not

enough?

We are a species that can not find peace in anything, we are too curious to not

want to know, always questioning our own desires, our aspirations or our

identity. We fight against the inevitable and we believe in conflicts. Why do we

risk so much? If we are victims, not only by external causes, but by our own

nature, is it worth sacrificing ourselves to understand?

Inspired by the sci-fi novel by the writer Anna Bay, the painter Ivo Sirakov

takes us to a change of perspective, to question our existence with brush

strokes of an aggressive red, present in almost all his paintings.

Perhaps we are the echoes of a distant past, lesser gods escaped from the reins

of a greater power and which we have not yet been able to overcome completely.

If the species that survives is not the strongest, nor the most intelligent, but

the most adaptable to change, then how gods, intimately we are, we should not

have any problem. We can change, we can be more than death and destruction, we

can be almost human gods in search of a lost purpose.

The painter fills our eyes with that red color, in its different tonalities, for

emphasizing the dilemma.

Why red? Because it is the only color that immediately evokes two opposite

meanings: life and death, red love and blood red.

If for each successful progress, there is an evolutionary path with no exit that

leads to extinction, if to survive it is necessary to adapt to change, to

coexistence, red is the color that can define it well. We just have to choose

its meaning.

Are we humans aspiring to be gods or, on the contrary, gods who try to be human?