As I am writing this blog entry, the last hours of 2015 are slowly passing, and this one is the last quiet hour, as we are expecting a number of friends: same procedure as every year.
The image I like not only for formal reasons – most readers probably know my preference for careful usage of colour – but also because of its symbolic power: As we are looking down on the past year, we have to recognize that the majority of things are tightly interconnected, as these frosted tree roots are. Just think of the northern hemisphere’s hunger for cheap energy and the war zone that the middle east has come down to, our only marginally decreasing emissions of CO2 and the continously rising average temperatures, widespread attempts to fence quarters, cities and nations and the millions of refugees searching possibilities to survive, the growing weapons market and the rise of subnational criminal gangs, the bankruptcy of states and the successful tax dodging strategies of the most profitable corporations, the rise of radical xenophobia and the failure to invest successfully in education…
I am painting too grim a picture? I wish this would be true, and I will continue to work for it not to come completely true. But as I try to make plans, I see flaws and failures around, mine (and this is no small number) included.
Good news? Yes, the Financial Times predicts a growing art market. Good news indeed, the only question is for whom.
I thought about ending this post with stanzas from Dante’s Divine Comedy: ‘Lasciate ogni speranza’, but I know better, so I thought. But I can come up with nothing but “Happy New Year 2016 to all”. Let’s make the best out of it.