"False theories of love" (and other shortcuts to destruction) Mixed technique on canvas 100x81cm There is a real trend that has been passed down from generation to generation that consists of educating women to grow up believing in the need to live as a couple as a goal of life to be able to have children later and live within the social "normality". For years, women have tried to find that "Prince Charming" savior among the crowd of a bar, in a meeting of friends and even at work. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack, but we do not give up on our efforts. Little by little we lower the bar and try to adapt and / or catch the "chosen", which we have undergone an intensive preliminary study to see if it could fit into our future plans. We have projected on him our marked needs, our "social" goals: physical, economic, reproductive, etc ... We convince ourselves that this is the "true love" of the fairy tales that we have been selling since childhood, when in fact it is simply an approved scraping in a test type test in which we have been adapting ourselves the questions so that everything fits. We remove so many margaritas looking for a "YES" that we do not realize what we dwarf every time we try to convince ourselves that the flowers, our environment and our subconscious are wrong when they show you the "NO", but we have a goal that does not We can leave because we think that living otherwise would be a failure. We live in parallel worlds: that of color, the light of hope that flowers bring with every brief option of obtaining a "yes", a sign of affection, a forced sign of love. We ignore the tones that hide under the putrefaction of the flowers that we have mutilated in our efforts, as well as we try not to see, cover or reduce the importance of deceit, humiliation, mistreatment and in the best of cases, only ignorance and unrequited love. That "love" becomes a painful tattoo, a scar that does not heal and becomes our "master" taking over our life of our color, of joy. And we can not be happy until we are aware that we are the only thing we need, that we do not depend on anyone, until we stop living in black and white ... Until we allow ourselves to believe in "false theories of love", in search of shortcuts to destruction. I'm sure I've been miles away from the harsh reality of many women who live authentic Calvaries, and for that I apologize. I have not pretended to be superficial, but I do not think it necessary to be more explicit with another type of more "invasive" mistreatment Although physical blows have the power to end your life, the psychological ones are able to gradually consume it as a slow torture and for those that there is no cure. Hence my commitment and my fight for prevention, for educational work from the earliest childhood, for providing tools for self-defense. If someone is not able to hurt your self-esteem, you will not have the open door to do it with your body. Before anyone questions whether this work is autobiographical, the answer is NO. This work is the result of an analysis of a hypothetical case of the different variants of gender violence to which a woman can be subjected, past experiences that could have some similarity and executed from my current position as a totally fortunate person and my point of a personal view devoid of value, as when an actor has to play a role that has nothing to do with his real life.